Roses In The Car - Braid

A dozen roses in the car

And i don’t know where you are

Maybe i don’t know what i’m doing

You’re moving like a movie

You still move me

Among the other ones

And twos and threes and twenty-threes

Got to keep my conscience clean

But that «hurricane what’s-her-name»

Mentality was not for me

And never could be

Cause it surely brings bitter things

And misery

And was it clear?

Cause i just wrote a letter

A confession down the ladder

That things could be so much better

And through follow the leader

I met her and then another end

And usually a grudge

But i loved so much

The way we touched and psuedo-kissed

Oh i already miss you singing like this

Over the phone

Every now and every then i tend to pretend

And i say

Heaven hits me hard

Have you ever had a heaven here

Heaven hits me hardly

Have you ever had a heaven here

Im not so alone