| I give you twelve roses, you show me the stem |
| You just pretend |
| I give you twelve matches, you show me some bark |
| It’s not from your heart |
| If she was a psychic there’s no way I’d risk it with my future |
| If she was a general I’d charge her with treason |
| 'Cause a weeping willow is falling with grace |
| Falling with grace |
| I show you the river, you show me the stream |
| You just act the scene |
| But if I gave you nothing you’d show me the door so I give you some more |
| If she was a broker there’s no way I’d trust her with my future |
| If she was a general I’d charge her with treason |
| Come brothers to Babylon |
| We’ll all go marching on and love for all time |
| Weak talking man you’ll find no more, no more |
| So carry your future strong |
| If you don’t play along love for all time |
| Weak talking man you’ll find no more, no more |
| Oh yeah |
| I give you twelve roses, you show me the stem |
| You just pretend |
| I give you twelve matches, you show me some bark |
| It’s not from your heart |
| If she was a psychic there’s no way I’d risk it with my future |
| If she was a general I’d charge her with treason |
| But a weeping willow is rising with grace |
| Rising with grace |
| Rising with grace |
| Oh look at me now |
| Rising with grace |
| Say look at me now |
| Rising with grace |
| Rising with grace |