8 Million Roses

Why I wrote 8 Million Roses

“The 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.

What would 8 million roses look like?”

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8 Million Roses


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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