Every September
her blue eyes they lose a little of their light
I see the white roses
They're right there on the table right on time
Just before fall comes around
I hear the sound
of two people talking
without any words
Holding each other
Even though it hurts
What holds this home together
I don't know
But I suppose
it's the love
behind the white roses
He is the rock that
keeps her on solid ground
But this kind of heartache
could have taken anyone down
And when fall comes around
I hear the sound
of two people talking
without any words
Holding each other
Even though it hurts
What holds this home together
I don't know
But I suppose
it's the love
behind the white roses
I can't imagine
how they could make it through so young
You lost a brother
But they lost their firstborn son
What holds this home together
now I know
it's the love
behind the white roses