There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny Won't you tell me is that healthy, babe But did you know, that when it snows, my eyes become enlarged And the light that you shine can be seen
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave 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 grave
