Red roses for the blindfolded

Lovers, they don't know what love is.
Love makers, they don't know what forever means.
You, you don't know the harm you cause.
Me, I don't know how to cope with the loss.
Strangers, we don't know how to talk.
So down will come the fallen angels
delivering red roses for the blindfolded
delivering red roses for the blessed ignorant lovers,
for the mistaken love makers and errant hand holders,
red roses for you, red roses for me,
roses for strangers that unsatisfied will forever be.