We both lie silently still in the dead of the night.
Although we both lie close together, we feel miles apart inside.
Was it something I said or something I did.
Did my words not come out right?
Though I tried not to hurt you.
But I guess that's why they say.
Every rose has its thorn.
Just like every night has its dawn.
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song.
Every rose has its thorn.
I listen to our favorite song playing on the radio.
Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and easy go,
But I wonder does he know has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here right now if I could let you know somehow
Though it's been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
but the scar, that scar will remain.
I know I could saved a love that night if I'd known what to say.
Instead of makin' love we both made our separate ways.
and now I hear you found somebody new
and that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
