Too much love is not enough for us I was once too blind to see Too much hope will never be enough Written on the water, memories dissipate Eyes begin to open, darkness drifts away Time and space like roses, whose petals drop and fade And fall into the

With the cuts and the bruises It drives me away But it turns me on Like a stranger's love It rockets through the universe It fuels the lies and feeds the curse And leads me to be Rose tinted view

Why you want to make me cry? Well and why Must the same love that made me laugh Your love is like a a chunk of gold Hard to gain, and hard to hold Like a rose that's soft to touch Love has gone, and it hurts so much Make me cry? Well now you think of

I'd like to think that our love's worth a tad more It may sound funny but you'd think by now I'd be smilin' Sick of this life Not that you'd care I'm not the only one With whom these feelings I share Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse I guess

This bitter earth Well, what a fruit it bears What good is love Mmh, that no one shares? And if my life is like the dust Ooh, that hides the glow of a rose What good am I? Heaven only knows Oh, this bitter earth

Every time he'd talk about her, She was a flower for the takin', Her beauty cut just like a knife He was a banker from Macon, He swore he'd love her all a his life He bought her a mansion on the mountain, With a formal garden and a lot a land But

I know you can feel it White roses in the snow Never let me go Taking off our clothes Giving you it all All I need is you and me alone Love is like a rose Baby, let it grow No one knows the secrets that you know

And all the wine is all for me I'm in a state, I'm in a state Nothing can touch us, my love I'm put together beautifully Big wet bottle in my fist Big wet rose in my teeth I'm a perfect piece of ass Like every Californian So tall I take over the street

I told you when I found you Is love that you fed by Perversion and pain Seems like forever and a day If my intentions are misunderstood Please be kind I've done all I should I won't ask of you What I would not do

To keep my rose in paradise She was a flower for the takin' Her beauty cut just like a knife And he was a banker from Macon Swore he'd love her all his life Bought her a mansion on a mountain With a formal garden and a lot a land But paradise became her