Eyes....are windows to the soul

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Kiss from a Rose

There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know, that when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby! I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh! The more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you, So much he can say.
You remain, my power, my pleasure, my pain!
Baby. To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know, that when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby! I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh! The more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah.
Now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose, I've been kissed by a rose on the gray...

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