Sun blushed roses are next to the bed. I've drunk too much coffee, it's gone to my head. Walk me down the side street and hold my hand. It looks like I'm leading but we both know I can't. For a week and a night I've been out of my mind But please don't get me wrong Oh Thirteen red roses that will soon be dead. Should I box them up for you darling, perhaps make a hat for your head. Walk me down ground street with a glass in your hand. Talking about behaviour but I don't understand What you want from my hands anymore like before. But please don't get me wrong, Oh whatever that means. And you won't ever see past yourself or past me. And the lines each one's drawn thirty-four, fifty-one. But please don't get me wrong, Oh whatever that means.