Текст песни Bryant Richard - The Backyard Roses
Bryant Richard - The Backyard Roses слова песни
Richard BryantHis heart is junk, heavy and cold like some old radiatorPiled in a heap at her pretty little feetHe sets it out with the trashHe can`t recycle the pastThere`s no return and there`s no nickel to get backThey left no stone undisturbed, they rocked the bed of rosesShe pulled the weeds, he punched in the seedsBut nothing good came of the workJust some stains on his shirtFrom diggin round in a big old pile of dirtHe hears the sanitation truck grind its gears and hit the curbHe hears the sanitation men calling out to herBut she won`t answer right awayHer pretty throat is lined with dirtShe`s three feet underneath the backyard rosesWrapped in his old shirtHis heart is junk, heavy and cold like some old radiatorPiled in a heap at her pretty little feetHe sets it out with the trashHe can`t recycle the pastThere`s no return and there`s no nickel to get back