I give you twelve roses, you show me the stem
You just pretend
I give you twelve matches, you show me some bark
It's not from your heart

If she was a psychic
There's no way I'd risk it with my future
If she was a general
I'd charge her with treason

'Cause a weeping willow is falling with grace
Falling with grace

I show you the river, you show me the stream
You just act the scene
But if I gave you nothing you'd show me the door
So I give you some more

If she was a broker
There's no way I'd trust her with my future
If she was a general I'd charge her with treason

Come brothers to Babylon
We'll all go marching on and love for all time
Weak talking man you'll find no more, no more

So carry your future strong
If you don't play along love for all time
Weak talking man you'll find no more, no more

Oh, yeah

I give you twelve roses, you show me the stem
You just pretend
I give you twelve matches, you show me some bark
It's not from your heart

If she was a psychic
There's no way I'd risk it with my future
If she was a general
I'd charge her with treason

But a weeping willow is rising with grace
Rising with grace, rising with grace

Oh, look at me now, rising with grace
Say look at me now, rising with grace
Rising with grace