The thorns on the rose, pretty with its silent throes-- Like that moment sublime when i first stepped outside, Like the rose on my nose when it’s bitten with cold.
It was our hearts we gave you said, “baby it’s pretty-- But it never was easy, no, no it’s not easy. Before the petals unfold the thorns will tear at your heart, tear it apart, But to softly piece it together again.”
And you said, “baby let’s waste some time. break the ties of the lies That disguise you and i, The you i want to know and the i you need to see.” Then you said, “baby put your hand in mine. let’s taste this wine, pretend we can fly, Then look to the sky at our horizon stained with pain. A love that’s sustained by the love born of pain and the pain born from love.”
You said, “baby we’ve refined love to a fine-laced razor-sharp lie-- Just the rose head red from too much red wine. Obscured by the vase the thorns remain hidden from our sight Beneath the smiling fragrance and dance of all this romance.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
