The Black Roses

Lyrics

  • Jon Fratelli
  • Lou Hickey
Jon Fratelli: Please baby, let me sit by your fire
I would steal all of the things that you desire
Midnight's howl and jukebox love
The only things I'm dreaming of
Don't misunderstand me when I say

Lou Hickey: I can't hear anything that you're saying
Twenty steps to heaven and there you leave me praying
I'm really not the kind to be impressed by that
Someday soon when your black roses wither
You'll remember her and everything you didn't give her
And I'll be the one you see when you can't turn back

Jon Fratelli: Well, the walls pound and my hands shake in the night
My heart freezes in cold wondrous fright
12th street jokes, worn out pride
There's nothing much left here to hide
I could drown for days on last year's tide

Lou Hickey: I can't hear anything that you're saying
Twenty steps to heaven and there you leave me praying
I'm really not the kind to be impressed by that
Someday soon when your black roses wither
You'll remember her and everything you didn't give her
And I'll be the one you see when you can't look back

Lou Hickey: I can't hear anything that you're saying
Twenty steps to heaven and there you leave me praying
I'm really not the kind to be impressed by that
Someday soon when your black roses wither
You'll remember her and everything you didn't give her
And I'll be the one you see when you can't turn back

Credits

Musicians

Gospel Truth Choir
Choir
Ed McFarlane
Double bass
Jon Fratelli
Guitar, Bass, Vocals
Mick Cooke
Trumpet

Production

Engineering
Stuart McCredie
Assistant engineer
Niall McMenamin
Mastering
Ian Cooper
Orchestral arrangements
Mick Cooke