
There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
Baby,I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
The more I get of youStranger it feels,
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave,
You remain,My power, my pleasure, my pain.
Baby, to me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy ?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose...
And if I should fall,
at all
I've been kissed by a rose



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