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 |
