josephine, the roses in this room suddenly would open into bloom all a bit too late and still a bit too soon a little love won t do no harm yes, i know
there s no justice here there s just us, my friend we re close to the nail, we re close to the edge when an enemy s enemy aint no friend of mine now
I know your eyes in the morning sun I feel you touch me in the pouring rain And the moment that you wander far from me I wanna feel you in my arms again
