A Good Year for The Roses — текст песни (Counting crows)

I can hardly stand the sight of lipstick

On the cigarettes there in the ashtray.

Lying cold the way you left them,

But at least your lips caressed them

While you packed.

Or the lip print o a half-filled cup

Of coffee that you poured

And didnt drink.

But at least you thought you wanted it

Which is so much more than I can say for me.



Refrain



Its been a good year for the roses

Many blooms still linger there.

The lawn could stand another mowing

Its funny, I dont even care

But as you turned and walked away

As the door behind you closes

The only thing I thought to say

Was what a good year for the roses



After three, four years of marriage

Its the first time that you havent made the bed

I guess the reason were not talking,

Is theres so little left to say that we havent said

While a million thoughts go racing through my mind

I guess I havent said a word

From the bedroom, the familiar sound

Of our one babys crying goes unheard