Rosemary

Rosemary's Time

She came in the morning and opened her hand,

To show me a rose she'd been waiting to give me forever.

She pulled back the blinds and let in the light,

On a day that was bright in a way I'd not noticed before then.

We move as the tide turns and fall like the rain,

Dissolved in a shoreless sea, drops of grace merging as one.

Shadows move through the shade shifting their glance,

To play through the patterns of an endless dance leaving no memory.

Steam from the kettle condensed on the walls,

Dripping down to the floor, having no time to practice their falling.

We move as the tide turns and fall like the rain,

Dissolved in a shoreless sea, drops of grace merging as one.

So if you don't know what is real,

Perhaps you'd better find the truth that lies within you.

And if you don't know how it feels,

Maybe your just hanging on, maybe your just hanging on to a dream.

You're only dreaming. Dreaming you life away, dreaming you life away.

Things could be better today. You're only dreaming.

And how can you hang on to a dream.

You're only dreaming. Dreaming you life away, dreaming you life away.

Things could be better today.

She came in the morning and opened her hand,

To show me a rose she'd been waiting to give me forever.

She pulled back the blinds and let in the light,

On a day that was bright in a way I'd not noticed before then.

Oh Rosie

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The Band: Chris Schmitt and Matt Barrios

This song was written for Rosemary Martin, my girlfriend at the time, in a very small North London flat in Kentish Town. When she came to visit we listened to Alice Cooper and Captain Beefheart. Ken, my flat mate, went to the cinema like the good bloke he is.

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