Each Time I've Touched A Rose

Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. I know. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. I know. I know. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. I know. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. I know. I know. I spoke to you in careful whispers, You responded with open grace, And though I worry I've revealed too much, My silence is my hiding place. That's why my eyes are tightly closed, For all they've seen, it's just as well. The wheel turns, the world spins, And you're the only one I tell. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. [guitar Solo] [fade] [end] In every heart, there's a secret space, A fortress where shadows are strong, Here we heal the echoes of old flames, Waiting for the right one to come along. I spoke to you in measured tones, You answered me without a mask, And still, I feel I’ve bared too much, My silence is my safest task. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. I know. I know. I know. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. I know. I know. I know. But if my silence pushed you out the door, That would be the toughest break. So I offer you a share of this space, And my heart, for you to take. That's why my eyes are tightly closed, For all they've seen, it's just as well. The wheel turns, the world spins, And you're the only one I tell. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. I know. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. I know. I know. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. I know. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. I know. I know. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. I know. Each time I've touched a rose so fair, I found the thorns were all that's there. The times they change, the winds they blow, And you might just drift away, I know. I know. I know.