roses are not red a still life never growing the sun is not a source of light and the wind will not be blowing birds will die up in the sky the sky that is not blue everything is as it was i never loved you i never loved you
roses are not red the rain is not been falling and telephones ring unaware of why we bother calling no one there would ever care to hear what we've been through
everything is in its place i never loved you i never loved you
your face, so unremarkable could never light this lonely town your voice, all but forgotten does not echo every single sound your eyes without expression, there's nothing special in that case so why do i spend every night dreaming of the things i'll never miss? no joy as spring arrives there's nothing sad about you leaving and i will live my life the same maybe this time without breathing so look through these eyes that never cried and any fool could see what's true roses are not red roses are not red roses are not red and i never loved you roses are not red roses are not red roses are not red and i never loved you