Roses Songtext
von Imelda May
Roses Songtext
Who will throw me roses at the final curtain call?
Who will clap and stamp and chant in an empty music hall?
I′ve lived every word I write
And acted up under over lights
But when you go home, arm in arm
I go back to an empty room
No afterglow after the aftershow
The sacrifice for art, I suppose
It imitates life you see
Limitates privacy
I tried to give all of me
But hate the cold reality that
Let me live out on the stage, my fantasy
When what I really crave is not like from some
But love from one
So, who will throw me roses?
Who will throw me roses?
Who will clap and stamp and chant in an empty music hall?
I′ve lived every word I write
And acted up under over lights
But when you go home, arm in arm
I go back to an empty room
No afterglow after the aftershow
The sacrifice for art, I suppose
It imitates life you see
Limitates privacy
I tried to give all of me
But hate the cold reality that
Let me live out on the stage, my fantasy
When what I really crave is not like from some
But love from one
So, who will throw me roses?
Who will throw me roses?
Writer(s): Zach Crowell, Ashley Gorley, Kelsea Ballerini Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
