Текст песни Wild Heart

There is a rose, no one knows what is close to her There she goes, on her own somewhere west of here She's the last of her kind Always there in the back of my mind, of my mind I'm tired of pressing on without a place to call home Talking like it's fine, without a love, all alone But I'm not made of stone With a wild heart that I've long outgrown There is a rose, she never shows what is close to hеr There she goеs, on her own there's nothing left for her here She's the last of her kind Always there in the back of my mind, of my mind I'm tired of pressing on without a place to call home Talking like it's fine, without a love, all alone But I'm not made of stone With a wild heart that I've long outgrown Oh make believe, I was thinking you'd be there for me Oh fantasy, only seeing what I want to see Well you're tapping your foot like you want to leave It's not like I asked you to marry me The night that I told you what's wrong with me I thought that you'd see just how I feel