Deborah Conway and Dorland Bray

You weren't the first to send me red roses

And you weren't the first to give me away

I'm not the only one to have my fingers burnt

But that was a one-way conversation and you got the final word

Forget-me-nots forgotten

White roses

Regrets and promises collide

I'm still flying the flag for you

Blue heart red eyes and white roses

It's true

Lovers swap red roses but white ones from you

Spell the end of everything fine

Yellow roses are for jealously but you

Don't send me them

You send the ones that say we're through

You weren't to know that something was making me blue

Keeping all the sunshine away

You said forever and I took you at your word

White roses make a lie of everything I've heard