33

Conrad Sewell

Today I wrote a letter
To say goodbye to you
The words were on the paper
Still can t believe it s true
I wanna say I m sorry
I wish I d picked up the phone
I can t erase the picture
Of you lying there alone

So how can I believe
There s more than you and me
When you re up there in heaven?
The roses hit my feet
I pray it s you I see
When I touch the sky
So I fall upon my knees
Pray the Lord ll keep
You re up there in heaven
When the roses hit my feet
I pray it s you I see
When I touch the sky

Today I had a vision
Some call it a ghost
You were rolling in the kitchen
You found your way back home
You ll always be my angel
Gone at thirty-three
I said the hills don t feel the same now, oh no
Without you next to me, c mon

So how can I believe
There s more than you and me
When you re up there in heaven?
When the roses hit my feet
I pray it s you I see
When I touch the sky
So I fall upon my knees
And I pray the Lord ll keep
You re up there in heaven, no, no, no
And I know that I will see
I see you once again
When I touch the sky

Ooh-ooh, oh, yeah
The roses, the roses