The English Roses

Just before it rains
 The wind whips 'round the balcony
 And the sky closes
 On the English roses
 And she'll be pacin'
 'Round and 'round and
 'Round and 'round her room
 These storms always find here to remind her
 To the endless sky
 The pink over gray
 She looks for an answer
 But it's too late
 Maybe it's true
 Some things were just
 Never meant to be
 Maybe not
 This is a story
 Fruit cut from the vine
 Forgot and left to rot
 Long before it's time
 This is a story
 About the girl
 Who lived next door
 Looking for someone to hold
 A wish made on a star
 Brought her here tonight
 At a courtyard she waits
 A thousand broken dates
 But she holds the hymnal
 Where so carefully pressed
 Is the English rose
 She laid to rest
 It's only a story
 Flowers in full bloom
 Bouquets in every room
 This is a story
 Fruit cut from the vine
 Looking for someone to hold