Angus
Heading north, San Francisco
Wild horses in my head
See you looking out the window
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?

Angus e Julia
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?

Angus
Do I love her for her beauty?
Do I love her? She makes me smile
Do I love her 'cause it's my duty?
I, I guess we'll never really know

Angus e Julia
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?
Will she bring roses when I'm dead?
(Will she bring roses?)
(Will she bring roses?)