Oh here it comes again, pain The one I felt before, always the same I try to escape but it's always the there Calling, crawling, waiting everywhere I go
Oh here it comes again And through my bitter heart it spreads Warm is the hold, cold is the kiss
I just don't know it's all about All my life I spent to heal
We burn on a bed of roses See the pain release it's flames in cinnamon and gold We burn on a bed of roses It cuts our hearts with the sweetest sound
I just don't know what it's all about All my life I spent to heal
We burn on a bed of roses See the pain release it's flames in cinnamon and gold We burn on a bed of roses It cuts our hearts, cuts apart We burn on a bed of roses See the pain release it's flames in cinnamon and gold We burn on a bed of roses It cuts our hearts with the sweetest soundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
