we both lie silent and still in the dead of the night.although we both lie close together, we feel miles apart in side.

was it something I said Or something I did, did my words not come right. Though I tried not to hurt you,though I tried , but I guess that's why they say...

every rose has its thorn, just like every night has its dawn, just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song, every rose has its thorn.



listen to our favorite song playing on the radio, and the dj say loves a game of easy come and easy go, but I wonder does he know has he ever felt like this, I know that youd be hear right now if I could have let you know somehow,

I guess every rose has its thorn just like every night has its dawn, just like every cowboy, sings a sad, sad song, every rose has its thorn



Though its been awhile now I can still feel so much pain. Like the knife that cuts you, the wound heals, but the scar, the scar will remain.



I know I could have saved a love that night if I'd known what to say, instead of making love we just made our seprate ways, and now I hear ya found somebody new, and that I didn't mean that much to you



And to hear that tears me up inside and to see you cuts me like a knife

I guess thats why they say every rose has its thorn, just like every night has its dawn, just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song. Every rose has its thorn