Pat Benatar - Papa's Roses Lyrics
I picked a rose this morningAnd it was so fresh, it looked like it was cryingI thought how sad to be so beautifulOnly to wither and dieLike papas roses soft and paleLike petals thrown in the dirtOnly silence is spoken hereAll that grows here is hurtAnd papas rosesPapa wasnt really a hardened manHe could be tender at timesI remember, it was like it holidayWhen he was gentle and kindHe gave those roses his heart and soulI wish hed saved some for meIt wouldve been such a simple thing,For me to be, like papas rosesLike papas roses soft and paleLike petals thrown in the dirtOnly silence is spoken hereAll that grows here is hurtAnd papas rosesVoices that whisper soft and lowForever buried insideHaunted by images dark and coldForever burned in your mindBut I dreamed I could fly awayLike an angel Id flyTo the places where I could forgetForget that I was like papas rosesLike papas roses soft and paleLike petals thrown in the dirtOnly silence is spoken hereAll that grows here is hurtAnd papas roses
