Rose, can I come down for a drink?   It's happened again   I've got a story, I'm sure will end poorly   I'll begin at the end   Rose you must know   I couldn't find the words   That it takes to say "Stay"   Now she's gone away   Rose, can I come down to your garden?   I can only wilt flowers   Bring me your shovel, there's a heart to be buried   And a body as well   Your letters I've tied   With a strand of your hair   In a breast pocket safe, they keep talking   Now wake up alone, with my eyes to the floor   And I see where my night will end weeping once more   Rose, can I come down to your rosebed?   To lay in your thorns   Know I am empty, soul must be buried   I will not be mourned   Rose you must know, I felt more than I said   Now I've got all the words, and no one   Now the hole has been dug, and I'm down on my knees   Rain make us mud, in spring we bloom as one