Pretty Roses in Your Hair

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