Een goed jaar voor de rozen

I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray;

Lyin' cold the way you left 'em, but at least your lips caressed them while you packed;
Or the lip-print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didn't drink;

But at least you thought you wanted it, that's so much more than I can say for me.

But what a good year for the roses;

Many blooms still linger there.

The lawn could stand another mowin'.

Funny, I don't even care.

When you turn to walk away

As the door behind you closes

The only thing I know to say :

It's been a good year for the roses.

After three full years of marriage, it's the first time that you haven't made the bed;

I guess the reason we're not talkin', there's so little left to say we haven't said;

While a million thoughts go runnin' through my mind, I find I haven't spoke a word.

And from the bedroom, the familiar sound of our baby's crying goes unheard.

What a good year for the roses (roses)

Many blooms still linger there.

The lawn could stand another mowin';

Funny, I don't even care.

And when you turn to walk away;

As the door behind you closes,

The only thing I know to say :

It's been a good year for the roses.

By Elvis Costello.