roses are not red
a still life never growing
the sun is not a source of light
and the wind will not be blowing
birds will die
up in the sky
the sky that is not blue
everything is as it was
i never loved you
i never loved you

roses are not red
the rain is not been falling
and telephones ring unaware
of why we bother calling
no one there
would ever care
to hear what we've been through

everything is in its place
i never loved you
i never loved you

your face, so unremarkable
could never light this lonely town
your voice, all but forgotten
does not echo every single sound
your eyes without expression, 
there's nothing special in that case
so why do i spend every night
dreaming of the things i'll never miss?
no joy as spring arrives
there's nothing sad about you leaving
and i will live my life the same
maybe this time without breathing
so look through these eyes
that never cried
and any fool could see what's [bad word] roses are not red
roses are not red
roses are not red
and i never loved you
roses are not red
roses are not red
roses are not red
and i never loved you