Standard (EADGBE)
I throw your roses in the fire to make the flames a little higher
I watch your roses turn to dust, I know no man that I can trust
I throw your roses in the fire cause I burn up with pity and desire
I'll be your vision dressed in black who won't be back
Another woman's on the telephone, pick it up tell her you're home
I see your face turn into broken glass talking slow, thinking fast
I throw your roses in the fire, no one could say I didn't try
I watch your roses fall like tears I've crawled this path for all these years
I throw your roses in the fire to burn away the old desire
We were a desperate pair of soul, so let me go
Another woman has her point of view
Let her talk now that we're through
I see your face retreat behind the glass
Listening slow, Sinking fast
Oh I'll kill you if we can't be friends
I'll bleed like diamonds running through your hands
I'll be a bitter taste you can't forget
And I won't leave this world until you relent