People passing stories from the bay to the bar
As the coin flips over and the man with a scar for a heart
Reveals it all

Living in the gaps between society
He flies his flag so high for the eyes of one to see
Rosalea

She came on a morning at the bird song of dawn
Filled his heart full of love like he never felt before
Rosalea

Everyday they would spend in the arms of each other
Never sacrifice a moment spent with another

Rosalea has gone

She left without word undercover from the dark
Leaving nothing behind but the sweet scent of her perfume
Rosalea

In her heart though she tried never fully satisfied
To be settled on the land when she knew she could fly so high

Rosalea has gone

The broken home which she came affects her day-to-day
Healing wounds and her scars they dot together like stars
Rosalea

Now he wanders the streets just a shadow of a man with a bottle by his side
Keeping everything close at hand

Rosa Rosalea

Now people passing stories from the bay to the bar
Speak of one man's love and the loss of his little sweetheart
Rosalea