Cold Chisel - Rosaline Lyrics
RosalineI have loved youFrom the steeple to the streets of RomeAnd I know, Ah yes I know, what's goin' downThey will comeWhen it's earlyAnd breathe to me your last goodbyeAnd our long, long love is finally drownedTeenage dreamsSatin tressesLie deserted all along the strandAnd the ferryman has poled his way off homeAngels screamedIn those eveningsWhen I promised you my dying daysAnd my heart hatched its treasons to runAnd AhThese latter daysI'm fed on distant rumoursBut third-hand news is news enoughFor hopeless dream consumersQuite at easeIn an armchairSteaming coffee standing on my kneeI can still hear you whispering when the fire sighsRosalineHow I have loved youWith a careless kind of vanityAs they turned you aroundAnd split us apartAnd like a foolI ran from the startAnd in the end they told much smoother lies