once you sent me paper roses they began to cry enquiring why they had to hide why to young love had to die before we tried
i was afraid that a sharp tounge killled tender love, so the roses just bloomed in shade flowers need sun rescue undone what i loved to save lies in a cold grave
now it's to late to create resurrection words, never said, never heard, sound too absurd
it's to late to cry for lost love she was too young she died unsung
please forgive my silent good-bye maybe it was wrong to be for so long still and silent i regret we missest he chance give me one last dance
why did you let me break you heart into pieces a splint of this pain sticks in my veins too.
it's to late...
had to leave you, though i loved you to love you was like taboo i loved you