Roses in the Fire I throw your roses in the fire to make the flames a little higher I watch your roses turn to dust I know no man that I can trust I throw your roses in the fire cause I burn up with pity and desire I’ll be your vision dressed in black who won’t be back Another woman’s on the telephone pick it up tell her you’re home I see your face turn into broken glass talking slow thinking fast I throw your roses in the fire no one could say I didn’t try I watch your roses fall like tears I’ve crawled this path for all these years I throw your roses in the fire to burn away the old desire We were a desperate pair of soul so let me go Another woman has her point of view Let her talk now that we’re through I see your face retreat behind the glass Listening slow Sinking fast Oh I’ll kill you if we can’t be friends I’ll bleed like diamonds running through your hands I’ll be a bitter taste you can’t forget And I won’t leave this world until you relent Verse 1 by: José Duarte