Lyrics
Standing on the landing
Looking down at me
I began to feel afraid
With my old eyes shining
Level at your knee
I held the stems of your bouquet
Pretty roses in your hair
Pretty roses in your hair
Pretty roses in your hair
Oh, how did I let you slip away
Oh, how could I let you slip away
Late from bathurst station
Your address in hand
The light could not be described
Never once but broken
All we should have been
You lived your life I lived mine
How did I let you slip away
How could I let you slip away
Pretty roses in your hair
Pretty roses in your hair
Pretty roses in your hair
Oh, how did I let you slip away
Oh, how could I let you slip away
Pretty roses in your hair
Pretty roses in your hair
Pretty roses in your hair
Oh, how did I let you slip away
Oh, how could I let you slip away
How did I let you slip away