We both lie silently still, in the dead of the night.
Although we both lie close together, we feel miles apart inside.
Was it something I said, or something I did, did my words not come out 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.
I listen to our favorite song, playing on the radio.
Hear the DJ say love's a game of easy come and easy go.
But I wonder, does he know, has he ever felt like this?
And I know that you'd be here right now if I coulda let you know, somehow I guess
Though it's been a while now, I can still feel so much pain.
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals, but the scar, that scar remains
I know I coulda saved our love that night if I'd known what to say.
Instead of making love we both made our separate ways.
And now I hear you've found somebody new, and that I never meant that much to you.
To hear that tears me up inside, and to see you cuts me like a knife, I guess