Everything Is Coming Up Roses Black

You don’t believe me
I can tell it by your eyes

There’s a kind of magic
To be had from your lies

I used to say that today
Is like tomorrow
Don’t sell it short for truth

I should have known
I should have known
Should have known how

I should have known
I should have known by now
But now
Everything is coming up roses
Everything is coming up roses


You don’t understand it
I can tell it by your smile

There’s a kind of freedom
To be had from your lies