
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
You remain, My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny... Yeah.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
...
Baby, I compare you to
a kiss from a rose on the grey.
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grey
Edited by peachesnplums - 7 years ago