Every September, her blue eyes loose 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
I lost a brother but they lost their first born son
What holds this home together now I know, it's the love behind the white roses