Just before it rains
The wind whips 'round the balcony
And the sky closes
On the English roses
And she'll be pacin'
'Round and 'round and
'Round and 'round her room
These storms always find here to remind her
To the endless sky
The pink over gray
She looks for an answer
But it's too late
Maybe it's true
Some things were just
Never meant to be
Maybe not
This is a story
Fruit cut from the vine
Forgot and left to rot
Long before it's time
This is a story
About the girl
Who lived next door
Looking for someone to hold
A wish made on a star
Brought her here tonight
At a courtyard she waits
A thousand broken dates
But she holds the hymnal
Where so carefully pressed
Is the English rose
She laid to rest
It's only a story
Flowers in full bloom
Bouquets in every room
This is a story
Fruit cut from the vine
Looking for someone to hold
