WORDS

THIS TIME

The basket of roses hangs on the door where you left them.

The landing is covered with petals and stems, never touched by your hands.

It’s your dramatic flair. 

This time I thought I could get through to you.

 

Such an ancient memory, what you left me.

You’ve got my secrets tucked away. 

But I don’t know if I remember any of yours.

This time I thought I could get through to you.

 

Thought I could get through. Get through to you.

Thought I could get through. Get through to you this time.

 

This time all of my fears came true.

Goodnight. I’ve burned all my bridges for you.

 

It’s easier said when you pick up the pieces.

You have to go to the bottom again just to reach them.

It’s never been good between you and me.

This time I thought I could get through to you.

 

Thought I could get through. Get through to you.

Thought I could get through. Get through to you this time.

 

This time all of my fears came true.

Goodnight. I’ve burned all my bridges for you.

 

 

Tim Ellis - Lead Guitar

Jim Walker - Rhythm Guitar, Keyboards, Percussion, Samples, Lead Vocals