A bed of roses made for you
But the only thing you wanna do
Is searching for the thorns that may be inside
A naked body, so simple and real
But the only thing that you feel
Is shame of the purity, in reaction you just hide
The wild eyes of desperation will put your mind in desolation
And even if your heart is free, your mind never will be
A bed of roses made for you
But the only thing you wanna do
Is searching for the thorns that may be inside
