I can write in your eyes
The many confessions I have
And you will see how beautiful I am
Rose gold on your neck
And silk lies on your hands...
I write the many diaries of my life
Pink champagne always grows cold
When you put it between the roses
Oh shadow me with your heart\'s felt need
I shall cry to the sun indeed
And my body is still from the harmless night
I lose my inhibitions during the day
Oh tell me some more, will you please?
For years from now, this love may not exist;
Will you be my blushing groom once again?
Tell me the sacred roses of despair
For I am tired of waiting all night
I want to hold you across the blue rose tarot
Oh how dare the night falls beyond our meanings?
If love is love, why don\'t we perish?
For love cherishes itself through the night
Poetically speaking, this love is involved.
Such sweet words stand still--
I can\'t even remember the last time
I felt like this,
Mile for mile; tooth for tooth
We shall pull through this love
And let it pour,
Like pink champagne in the bathtub
Let us live in it
Let us live between the roses
And grow old.