The roses in the window box
Have tilted to one side,
Everything about this house
Was born to grow and die.

It doesn´t seem a year ago
To this very day
You said I´m sorry honey,
If I don´t change the pace,
I can´t face another day.

And love lies bleeding in my hand,
It kills me to think of you with another man.
I was playing rock-n-roll and you were just a fan,
But my guitar couldn´t hold you
So I split the band.
Love lies bleeding in my hands.

I wonder if those changes
Have left a scar on you,
Like all the burning hoops of fire
That you and I passed through.

You´re a bluebird on a telegraph line
I hope you´re happy now,
Well if the wind of change comes down your way girl
You´ll make it back somehow.