It was long ago.
It seems like yesterday.
I saw you standing in the rain,
Then I heard you say,

"I want to love, but it comes out wrong.
I want to live, but I don't belong."
I close my eyes and I see
Blood and roses.

I brought flowers in the springtime.
October, we were wed.
In winter time, the roses died.
Her blood ran cold, and then she said,

"I want to love, but it comes out wrong.
I want to live, but I don't belong."
I close my eyes and I see
Blood and roses.

It was long ago.
It seems like yesterday.
I saw you standing in the rain,
Then I heard you say,

"I need your love, but it comes out wrong.
I've tried to live, but I don't belong."
I close my eyes and I see
Blood and roses.