Roses From My Friends - Ben Harper

I could have treated you better

But you couldn’t have treated me worse

But it’s he who laughs last

Is he who cries first

Sometimes I feel I know strangers

Better than I know my friends

Why must a beginning

Be the means to an end

The stones from my ennemies

These wounds will mend

But I cannot survive

The roses from my friends

When the last word has been spoken

(And) we’ve beared witness to the final setting sun

All that shall remains is a token

Of what we’ve said and done

When all we’ve had has been forsaken

Distant church bells no longer ring

That’s the sound of a heart taken

And the story of tears from a king

The stones from my ennemies

These wounds will mend

But I cannot survive

The roses from my friends

This may be the last time I see you

Forgive me for holding you close

This may be the last time I see you

So of this moment I will make the most

This may be the last time I see you

But if you keep me in your heart

Together we shall be eternal

If you believe we shall never part

The stones from my ennemies

These wounds will mend

But I cannot survive

The stones from my ennemies

These wounds will mend

But I cannot survive

I cannot survive

Oh- I cannot survive

The roses from my friends