When you’re dreaming with a broken heart The waking up is the hardest part You roll out of bed and down on your knees And for a moment, you can hardly breathe Wondering, “Was she really here? Is she standing in my room?” No she’s not ‘Cause she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone When you’re dreaming with a broken heart The giving up is the hardest part She takes you in, with her crying eyes Then, all at once, you have to say goodbye Wondering, “could you stay my love? Will you wake up by my side?” No she can’t ‘Cause she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone Now, do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand? Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand? Now, do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand? Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my, roses in my hands? And would you get them if I did? No you won’t ‘Cause you’re gone, gone, gone, gone, gone When you’re dreaming with a broken heart The waking up is the hardest part
