When the Roses Run Dry by Sam Shaber Lyrics
The honeymoon, the honeymoon
All waters part for the honeymoon
And every time we touch we shake
An hour apart, my psyche aches for you
Now there's nothing wrong with the honeymoon
You feel so great, but slowly, soon
Reality will creep back in and all those fires quickly dim and cool
Life in the clouds, it's addictive, it's insane
Forget the whos the whys the weights
The due dates for a change
But when love is not new
When moonshine is only moonshine
When I have traveled every inch of you
Where will we be
When the roses run dry?
Now on our first night you were late
So I sat, picturing your face
And wond'ring how the date would go
And you walked in and I said Oh yeah!
And you confided all your plans
And I watched how you used your hands
And how your hair fell 'round your head
(I barely heard a word you said in there)
But after the wine and those cute little boxes from Godiva
Will this still be right when we're sixty-five oh
When love is not new
When moonshine is only moonshine
When I have traveled every inch of you
Where will we be
When the roses run dry
From the clouds on down
I'm losing my fears
Because the smoke's cleared
And we're still here
Now I don't want no picket fence
No garden path to the picket fence
No sweaters knitting by the fire
Two hobbits in their little shire, No
But I'm starting to think that we can deal
With anything we face in our real
Life together as a team, a locomotive with steam so
Life in the clouds has come to earth and settled in
So bring me old and gray - I'm ready to begin
But when love is not new
When moonshine is only moonshine
When I have traveled every inch of you
Where will we be
Where will we be
Where will we be
When the roses run dry
All waters part for the honeymoon
And every time we touch we shake
An hour apart, my psyche aches for you
Now there's nothing wrong with the honeymoon
You feel so great, but slowly, soon
Reality will creep back in and all those fires quickly dim and cool
Life in the clouds, it's addictive, it's insane
Forget the whos the whys the weights
The due dates for a change
But when love is not new
When moonshine is only moonshine
When I have traveled every inch of you
Where will we be
When the roses run dry?
Now on our first night you were late
So I sat, picturing your face
And wond'ring how the date would go
And you walked in and I said Oh yeah!
And you confided all your plans
And I watched how you used your hands
And how your hair fell 'round your head
(I barely heard a word you said in there)
But after the wine and those cute little boxes from Godiva
Will this still be right when we're sixty-five oh
When love is not new
When moonshine is only moonshine
When I have traveled every inch of you
Where will we be
When the roses run dry
From the clouds on down
I'm losing my fears
Because the smoke's cleared
And we're still here
Now I don't want no picket fence
No garden path to the picket fence
No sweaters knitting by the fire
Two hobbits in their little shire, No
But I'm starting to think that we can deal
With anything we face in our real
Life together as a team, a locomotive with steam so
Life in the clouds has come to earth and settled in
So bring me old and gray - I'm ready to begin
But when love is not new
When moonshine is only moonshine
When I have traveled every inch of you
Where will we be
Where will we be
Where will we be
When the roses run dry