Rosaline Songtext
von Cold Chisel

We got Andy Bickers here, on saxophone
Mossy′s gonna sing a song for ya

Rosaline
How I've loved you
From the steeple to the streets of Rome
And I know, yes I know, what′s goin' down
They will come
When it's early
As you breathe to me your last goodbye
And our long, long love is finally drowned

Teenage dreams
Satin tresses
Lie deserted all along the strand
And the ferryman has poled his way off home
Angels scream, oh yeah
In those evenings
When I repeat to me your last goodbyes
And our heart hatches treasons to run


And oh, these latter days
I′m fed on distant rumour
But third-hand news is news enough
For hopeless dream consumers

Rosaline
How I′ve loved you
With a careless kind of vanity
And as they turned you around
And split us apart
And like a fool
I ran from the start
And in the end they told much smoother lies

And oh, these latter days
You know I'm, I′m fed on distant rumours
But third-hand news, is news enough
For hopeless dream consumers


Rosaline
How I've loved you
With a careless kind of vanity
And as they turned you around
They split us apart
And like a fool
I ran from the start
And in the end they, told much smoother lies
And in the end, oh, they, told much smoother lies

Andy Bickers on the sax (yeah)