BmG
I throw your roses in the fire to make the flames a little higher
BmG
I watch your roses turn to dust, I know no man that I can trust
BmG
I throw your roses in the fire cause I burn up with pity and desire
BmGF#m
I'll be your vision dressed in black who won't be back
GCD
Another woman's on the telephone, pick it up tell her you're home
GCD
I see your face turn into broken glass talking slow, thinking fast
I throw your roses in the fire, no one could say I didn't try
I watch your roses fall like tears I've crawled this path for all these years
I throw your roses in the fire to burn away the old desire
We were a desperate pair of soul, so let me go
Another woman has her point of view
Let her talk now that we're through
I see your face retreat behind the glass
Listening slow, Sinking fast
CD
Oh I'll kill you if we can't be friends
CD
I'll bleed like diamonds running through your hands
CD
I'll be a bitter taste you can't forget
CBm
And I won't leave this world until you relent
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.