Lirieke: Iron And Wine. Other. Fistful Of Roses.

A fistful of roses ain?t the best thing I could do
I called by the clothesline, and the fish pond Called out for you
You want an urgent, bent-guitar string kind of man
And you built a bridge now for to find him, if you can

And Betsy, I see you now that you?re gone
Gone where I hate you, tell me I?m wrong
Wrong that I sent you over that bridge
And far from me now, although I don?t know how

Betsy, I miss you, can?t you see that I?m in pain
Might you, if I promise, if I behave, come again
Would you, if you came back, be beside me by the stairs
We?re so far past the bridge now, though Faded, I see you standing there