I love you even when
I don't even know I'm doing it
Dismiss it out of hand
Cause I don't even know I'm doing it
But your finger starts to wiggle
And landscapes emerge

Can you spare some change, dear?
We've only got three hundred feet to go

Roses are worth more dried than alive
Such a you thing to say
Oh, how I adore you when you reinvent
The rosy cliché

Can you spare some change, dear
We've only got three hundred feet to go

And with impossibilium for a payload
We lift the rocket
Out of the pocket
Nothing can stop it

Roses are difficult everywhere
You must promise me you'll stay
These long stems are freakish if anything
But we can cut them down for the vase

Can you spare some change, dear
We've only got three hundred feet to go

And with impossibilium for a payload
We lift the rocket
Out of the pocket
Nothing can stop it
We can only watch it

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Gordon Downie, Gordon Sinclair, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Robert Baker