Cold Chisel Rosaline lyrics

Rosaline, I have loved you
From the steeple to the streets of Rome
And I know, ah yes, I know, what's goin' down
They will come when it's early
And 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 hatched its treasons to run

And ah, these latter days
I'm fed on distant rumors

But third-hand news is news enough
For hopeless dream consumers

Quite at ease in an armchair
Steaming coffee standing on my knee
I can still hear you whispering when the fire sighs

Rosaline, how I have loved you
With a careless kind of vanity
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