I put a rose    Upon your pillow    Where you rest your hair    I felt kind of artificial, clumsy    Putting it right there       There's a rose    Upon your pillow    An open wound painfully sharp    It's the perfect sign    You never know how long it's going to last       Tell me, Will you come back?    Oh, Dearest, I must go away    Every time we hold each other    This could be our final day       There's a rose    Upon our pillow    Staring us in the face    Telling us to do something    Before it gets too late       I stare    At your pillow    Where we lay side by side    Tightly wrapped together    Safe from the outside       In the shadows    Of early morning    When the village is sound asleep    In the silence    Before the birds sing    I can hear her gently weep