A Gift Of Roses Lyrics

	作词 : Anderson
	I count the hours：you count the days.
	Together, we count the minutes in this passion play.
	Walk dusty miles. and i ride that train
	On a first class ticket, just to be with you again.
	Picking up tired feet. back from a far horizon.
	Cleaned up and brushed down. dressed to look the part.
	Fresh from god's garden, i bring a gift of roses:
	To stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart.
	Like the kipling cat, i walk alone -
	Never inviting trouble, never casting the stone.
	But this badge of honour is of tarnished tin.
	Lightyour guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.

	zuo ci : Anderson
	I count the hours: you count the days.
	Together, we count the minutes in this passion play.
	Walk dusty miles. and i ride that train
	On a first class ticket, just to be with you again.
	Picking up tired feet. back from a far horizon.
	Cleaned up and brushed down. dressed to look the part.
	Fresh from god' s garden, i bring a gift of roses:
	To stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart.
	Like the kipling cat, i walk alone
	Never inviting trouble, never casting the stone.
	But this badge of honour is of tarnished tin.
	Lightyour guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.

	zuò cí : Anderson
	I count the hours: you count the days.
	Together, we count the minutes in this passion play.
	Walk dusty miles. and i ride that train
	On a first class ticket, just to be with you again.
	Picking up tired feet. back from a far horizon.
	Cleaned up and brushed down. dressed to look the part.
	Fresh from god' s garden, i bring a gift of roses:
	To stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart.
	Like the kipling cat, i walk alone
	Never inviting trouble, never casting the stone.
	But this badge of honour is of tarnished tin.
	Lightyour guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.

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