The roses in the window box
Have tilted to one side
Everything about this house
Is gonna grow and die
Oh, it doesn't seem a year ago to this very day

You said: Sorry, honey
If I don't change the pace
I can't face another day

And love lies bleeding in my hand
Oh, it kills me to think of you with another man
I was playing rock and roll, and you were just a fan
But my guitar couldn't hold you, so I split the band
Love lies bleeding in my hands

I wonder if those changes
Have left a scar on you
Like all the burning hoops of fire
That you and I passed through
You're a bluebird on a telegraph line
I hope you're happy now

While in the wind of change
Coming down your way, girl
You'll make it back somehow

And love lies bleeding in my hand
Oh, it kills me to think of you with another man
I was playing rock and roll, and you were just a fan
But my guitar couldn't hold you, so I split the band
Love lies bleeding in my hands

And love lies bleeding in my hand
Oh, it kills me to think of you with another man
I was playing rock and roll, and you were just a fan
But my guitar couldn't hold you, so I split the band
Love lies bleeding in my hands

Oooooh oooh
Oooooh
Oh oh oh oh ooh
Love lies bleeding in my hands
Oooh
Oooh ooh