Leave the bed unmade
Draw the light green shade
Start the microwave
Dried roses
Cradle, yeah, she does
Lights the fire because
Window frost
Heat loss
Dried roses
Steep the black coffee
Set the plates, pour the tea
Three for her, three for me
Dried roses
Sleepily, she walks
Gradually, she talks
With the geese, she flocks
Dried roses
Afternoon, midnight
Morning's what she likes
Fly thе broom, see the Moon
Dried roses
Hеre I go, there I am
All alone in the pan
In the silence again
Dried roses
Half-dead, half-awake
Make a pie, bake a cake
Which road will you take?
Dried roses
Goodness her, goodness me
Goodness eternity
Out you go, in you be
Dried roses
So leave the bed unmade
Draw the light green shade
Start the microwave
Dried roses
Dried roses
