When the door of this life closes So I sit alone and watch it rain On our bed of roses So I sit alone and watch it rain On our bed of roses
the door of this life closes So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses
Translation: Jones, George. Our Bed Of Roses.
when the door of this life closes So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses
(by George Jones) I can hardly stand the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray. Lying cold the way you left them, but at least your
