Time Comes in Roses (Igor Haefeli Re-edit)

...anyway

You're seeing stars at night inside the plane

You'd like to light me up, but I don't play

Hey, you say, summer's on her way

But she doesn't know it's the end of the world

And she dances you back to the garden, girl

But time comes in roses, I really love ya

I'm tired of being like my mother

I get excited, I get depressed

I'm never happy with how I'm dressed

Anyway

There's nothing I won't tell you or not say

And you like the way you hurt yourself today

With the TV on the back foot up the way

I'm scared of sleeping, and I don't know why

How it dances you into a lonely night

But time comes in roses, I really love ya

I'm tired of being like my mother

I get excited, I get depressed

I'm never happy with how I'm dressed

Five years wasted, I'm still young

But only by a couple months

And then I'm dead for all intents and purposes

And I've been slower than I thought

At getting my life off the rocks

Nobody thinks I'm special yet

Nobody thinks I'm special yet

Getting my life off the rocks

Getting my life off the rocks