Roses in the Fire Rosanne Cash

I throw your roses in the fire
To make the flames a little higher
I watch your roses turn to dust
I know no man that I can trust

I throw your roses in the fire
'Cause I burn with pity and desire
I'll be your vision dressed in black
Who won't be back

Another woman's on the telephone
Pick it up, tell her you're home
I see your face turn into broken glass
Talking slow, thinking fast

I throw your roses in the fire
No one could say I didn't try
I watch your roses fall like tears
I've crawled this path for all these years

I throw your roses in the fire
To burn away the old desire
We were a desperate pair of souls
So let me go

Another woman has her point of view
Let her talk now that we're through
I see your face retreat behind the glass
Glistening slow, sinking fast