Everytime you kissed me
I trembled like a child
gathering the roses
we sang for the hope
your very voice is in my heartbeat
sweeter than my dream
we were there, in everylasting bloom
roses die,
the secret is inside the pain
winds are high up on the hill
I cannot hear you
come and hold me close
I m shivering cold in the heart of rain
darkness falls, I m calling for the dawn
silver dishes for the memories,for the days gone by
