Roses From My Friends
Ben Harper
G | D | Am | |
I could have | treated you | better |
But you couldn't have treated me worse |
But it's he who laughs last |
It is he who cries first |
Sometimes I feel I know strangers |
better than I know my friends |
Why must a beginning |
be the means to an end? |
G | D | |
The stones from my | enemies |
Em | C | |
these wounds will | mend |
Em | D | |
But | I cannot sur | vive |
C | G | |
the | roses from my | friends |
When the last word has been spoken |
and we've beared witness to the final setting sun |
All that shall remain is a token |
of what we've said and done |
When all we've had has been forsaken |
And distant church bells no longer ring |
That's the sound of a heart taken |
and the story of tears from a king |
The stones from my enemies |
these wounds will mend |
But I cannot survive |
the roses from my friends |
This may be the last time I see you |
Forgive me for holding you close. |
This may be the last time I see you |
So of this moment I will make the most. |
This may be the last time I see you, |
But if you keep me in your heart - |
together we shall be eternal |
If you believe - we shall never part. |
The stones from my enemies |
These wounds will mend |
But I cannot survive |
the roses from my friends |