Lyrics:

I give you twelve roses, you show me the stem

You just pretend

I give you twelve matches, you show me some bark

It's not from your heart

If she was a psychic there's no way I'd risk it with my future

If she was a general I'd charge her with treason

'Cause a weeping willow is falling with grace

Falling with grace

I show you the river, you show me the stream

You just act the scene

But if I gave you nothing you'd show me the door so I give you some more

If she was a broker there's no way I'd trust her with my future

If she was a general I'd charge her with treason

Come brothers to Babylon

We'll all go marching on and love for all time

Weak talking man you'll find no more, no more

So carry your future strong

If you don't play along love for all time

Weak talking man you'll find no more, no more

Oh yeah

I give you twelve roses, you show me the stem

You just pretend

I give you twelve matches, you show me some bark

It's not from your heart

If she was a psychic there's no way I'd risk it with my future

If she was a general i'd charge her with treason

But a weeping willow is rising with grace

Rising with grace

Rising with grace

Oh look at me now

Rising with grace

Say look at me now

Rising with grace

Rising with grace