Chisel Cold Rosaline Lyrics

Rosaline Lyrics

Rosaline
I have loved you
From the steeple to the streets of Rome
And I
know, Ah yes I know, what's goin' down
They will come
When it's
early
And breathe to me your last goodbye
And our long, long love is
finally drowned

Teenage dreams
Satin tresses
Lie deserted all
along the strand
And the ferryman has poled his way off home
Angels
screamed
In those evenings
When I promised you my dying days
And my
heart hatched its treasons to run

And Ah
These latter days
I'm fed
on distant rumours
But third-hand news is news enough
For hopeless dream
consumers

Quite at ease
In an armchair
Steaming coffee standing on
my knee
I can still hear you whispering when the fire
sighs
Rosaline
How I have loved you
With a careless kind of
vanity
As they turned you around
And split us apart
And like a
fool
I ran from the start
And in the end they told much smoother lies