Текст песни Rosaline - Live - Cold Chisel

Here's one we haven't played for fuckin', I think since we recorded it practically
And so you gotta, ya gotta expect a few bummers in this one
We've tried it with about four million different feels today
And none of them worked, so we're just hopin' it's gonna work on the night
Song features Ian
Thing called "Rosaline"

Rosaline
I have 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 screamed
In those evenings
When I promised you my dying days
And my heart hatching treasons to run

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

Quite at ease
In the armchair
Steaming coffee balanced on my knee
Yes I can still hear you whispering when the fire sighs

Rosaline
How I've loved you
With a careless kind of vanity
And 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
And 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, well you know they, you know they, told much smoother lies

Thank you