[verse 1] Red goes brown along the edge. Stems bow lower every day And they fall, piece by piece. We just watch the pile increase. [pre-chorus] We trim and tend them every day, Never ask why we let them stay. [Chorus 1] Wilted roses covering the floor, Landing softer than before. Every night we sweep a little more, Pile them up behind the door. [Drop 1] Ahhhhh-oooooh! Ohhhh-woah-oh-oh-ohhhh! Wilted roses! Ahhhhh-oooooh-whoa-oh! [verse 2] Strangers sit, across the room. Talk is gone, quiet as a tomb. Hands on phones, as blankets fall. You look up. That's about all. [pre-chorus] We trim and tend it more each day, Never ask why we let it stay. [Chorus 2] Wilted roses covering the floor, Landing softer than before. Every night we sweep a little more, Pile them up behind the door. [bridge] Watering Monday, (Watering Monday) Watering Tuesday, (Watering Tuesday) I'm watering Wednesday. (I'm watering Wednesday) You're watering Thursday. (You're watering Thursday) I'm fucking trying, And I know that you're trying. The droplets keep on pooling, The petals keep on falling, The piles keep on stacking. But sooner or later There'll be nothing left to water. [final chorus] Wilted roses covering the floor! Landing softer than before! Every night we sweep a little more! Pile them up and walk away... [final drop] Awaaaaay... A-waaaaay-ay-ay... I know... I know.... I know that you're tryyying... I know that you're tryyying... We just keep on trying... Awaaaay... [outro] There's nothing left here to water.
