Blackbirds dance among the roses
  On the garden walls.
  They are like the passers-by
  On the nameless street.
  All these hours undone.
  Sounds of sandals on the curbstones
  Echo in my head...
  Oh the way the love has dwindled
  In the end
  All these hours undone.
  I try to avert your love
  You brought me tears my friend.
  With poise and empty gestures
  They took their toll...
  All these hours undone.
  All these hours undone.
  (laugh...."bam, bam, bam..bam...hey Chris..."