Rosaline Songtext
von Cold Chisel

Song called "Rosaline"

Rosaline
I have loved you
From the steeple to the streets of Rome
And I know, yes I know, oh what′s comin' down
They will come
When it′s early
And you breathe to me your last goodbye
And our long, long love is finally drowned

Teenage dreams
Satin tresses
Lie deserted all along the strand
And the ferryman has poled his way off home
Angels screamed
In those evenings
When I promise you my dying days
And my heart, oh, yes, my heart, hatching treasons to make it run


And oh, these latter days
You know I'm fed on distant rumours
But third-hand news is news enough
For hopeless dream consumers

Quite at ease
In the armchair
Steaming coffee balanced on my knee
I can still hear you whispering, oh baby, when the fire sighs

Rosaline
I have loved you
With a careless kind of vanity
And as they turned you around
And they split us apart
And like a fool
I ran from the start
And in the end they told much smoother lies, yeah, oh

And oh, these, you know, these latter days
Some when I'm, I′m fed on distant rumours
But third-hand news is news enough
For hopeless dream consumers


Quite at ease
In the armchair
Steaming coffee balanced on my knee
I can still, yes, I can still hear you whispering, baby, when the fire sighs

Rosaline
I have loved you
With a careless kind of vanity, yeah
And as they turned you around
And they split us apart
And like a fool
I ran from the start
And, in the end, they told much smoother lies, yeah
And, in the end, you know, they told much smoother lies

Thank you
Thank you
Okay, here′s a song for all the, ah, the people in the audience
Who, at one time or other, got into, or are still into
The, the, ah, drug, commonly known as smack
If you listen to the words, you'll know what we mean
Song called "Daskarzine", the smack-o queen