la couleur violet

I paint my lips red, my heart bleeds blue. I put your favorite record on, will this music make your heart ring true? Love and happy endings, babe, you'd promised those too. I've always known deep down your hands of roses swept across the town, but I, I wanted to believe so bad that you were my woman, oh, you make me sad. I always tried so hard to make you stay and wipe my tears away and beg for one more thorny rose bouquet. I thought my bleeding hands would make you feel some way.

Baby please share your fire with me. I can be all things dark and rosy, wear a crown made of thorns for you pick you violets and roses, too. I come alive only when you're near, awe you with one thousand tender fears I can't make it out there on my own. To me your love is like a precious stone.