White Roses

It feels a bit warmer in this room, though winter is heavy

I'm walking inside like stepping straight into a dream of July

I see all the flowers on display, so fragile and steady

I wish I could hold them close

And keep them safe from the cold outside

I see all the flowers on display, so fragile and steady

I wish I could hold them close

And keep them safe from the cold outside

White roses, white roses... you're so gentle, soft and shy

What's the world been doing to you, freezing under winter skies?

People take your beauty just to brighten up a single day

Then they leave you fading slowly on a cold and frosted windowpane

They carry you home through empty streets in late winter evenings

Your glow fills their windows for a while like sunshine in snow

But who had decided you should bloom

When storms are still breathing?

Thrown out in the winter winds with nowhere softer left to go

But who had decided you should bloom

When storms are still breathing?

Thrown out in the winter winds with nowhere softer left to go

White roses, white roses... you're so gentle, soft and shy

What's the world been doing to you, freezing under winter skies?

People take your beauty just to brighten up a single day

Then they leave you fading slowly on a cold and frosted windowpane