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
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become larger and the light that you shine can be seen
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 baby?
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave
The more i get of you the stranger it feels yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
That that feels so wrong, feels so right too
that i need to get pricked by thorns
just to reach the rose i do realize
The faster the heart beats the more the head thinks
maybe at the wrong time too
moments of cruciality drugged by your presence
I could give you the world i know if i wanted to
but would that mean destroying a part of me
like how it always has been
the 3 spokes of the devils pitch fork
become the thorns that separate this union
I have patience i shall wait for time to unravel the truth
till then you shall remain a rose on the grave
