8 Million Roses

The story of 8 Million Roses

8 Million RosesThe song follows the story of a young tourist in London who falls in love in with a palace guard, and the fatal consequences of that love.

I was inspired to write 8 Million Roses after reading an article about a man who was walking along the Thames, minding his own business, when he came across a group of women throwing red roses into the river.

When he asked them what they were doing, they explained that they were throwing the roses to mark the number of innocent lives lost to abortion on a single working day in England; a parallel to the image of the poppies pouring over the Tower of London in remembrance of the 888,246 lives lost to WW1.

There were 800 roses in the river that day.

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Lyrics

I went up to London to visit the Queen
And to flirt with the guards at the gate
And to see how the shard pierced the heart of the Sky
And made England rain.
I went up to London to see all the sights
But the West End’s illusions and Harrods delights
Couldn’t outshine the river on those summer nights
Or those London eyes, never prettier

When I saw a rose slip down the Thames
Losing our love with the tide
And the heartbeat of England rang its lament
And I wondered why
I wondered why

I went up to London to visit the Queen
And to flirt with a guard at the gate
And in our Polaroid pose we stood nose to nose
While England rained.
And we saw most of London on those summer nights
And we loved every moment, but didn’t get it right
When we walked by the river
And watched the stars play on those London eyes
Never prettier

And another rose slipped down the Thames
Losing our love with the tide
And the heartbeat of England rang its lament
And I wondered why
I wondered why

I often wonder if God could really forgive what I’d done
Or how we pleaded innocent as blood ran red from our fingers
Down the river Thames

Where another rose slipped out to sea
Losing my love with the tide
And the heartbeat of England rang its lament
As all the young mothers stood by…

But we wouldn’t cry
I wouldn’t cry
I wouldn’t dare

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