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ANOTHER ROSE IN THE DUST
I’ve still got your head on my shoulder
Though you’re no longer here
A cuttlebone from this summer
A calendar from another year
Tonight, a strange light on the horizon
That I just don’t recognize
It may be a trick of my eyesight
Longing for the sunrise
There’s still your smell on my sweatshirt
Though you’re not with me
Your book’s still on the brick wall
Where we used to sit
They say there’s a time for leaving
And there’s a time to wait
I know you couldn’t stay here forever
I wish I had something to say
It’s like I see you there with your back to the sunlight
In your green dress, with the sea in your eyes
Who am I to tell you the truth, that this world is unmerciful?
That you’re just another rose in the dust
I’ve still got your hand in my fingers
Though I walk alone
I wish you’d stop dragging my mind
Everywhere you go
There’s a time for walking
And there’s a time to rest
A time to keep your head up
Time to lay it on my chest
It’s like I see you there with your back to the sunlight
In your green dress, with the sea in your eyes
Who am I to tell you the truth, that this world is unmerciful?
That you’re just another rose in the dust
I still have your head on my shoulder Your scent is still on my sweatshirt It’s as if I see you there, with your back to the sun I still have your hand between my fingers It’s as if I see you there, with your back to the sun Click here for the translation in Italian
Even though you’re no longer here
A cuttlebone from last summer
A calendar from a past year
Tonight, a strange light on the horizon
That I just don’t recognize
Maybe it’s just a trick of my sight
That impatiently awaits the dawn
Even though you’re not with me
Your book is still on the wall
Where we used to sit
They say there’s a time to leave
And a time to wait
I knew you couldn’t stay forever
I wish I had something to say to you
With your green dress, and the sea in your eyes
Who am I to tell you the truth, that this world gives no discounts?
That you’re just another rose in the dust
Even though I walk alone
I wish you’d stop carrying my thoughts with you
Wherever you go
There’s a time to walk
And a time to rest
A time to hold your head high
And a time to rest it on my chest
With your green dress, and the sea in your eyes
Who am I to tell you the truth, that this world gives no discounts?
That you’re just another rose in the dust
THE CROWSROADS • 3923706803 / 3404582812 • thecrowsroadsdate@gmail.com
© 2019 THE CROWSROADS