Oh here it comes again...pain
Oh here it comes again...pain
Oh here it comes again...pain
The one I felt before...always the same
The one I felt before...always the same
The one I felt before...always the same
I ryt to escape but it's always there
I ryt to escape but it\'s always there
I ryt to escape but it\'s always there
Calling, clawing, waiting everywhere I go
Calling, clawing, waiting everywhere I go
Calling, clawing, waiting everywhere I go
Oh here it comes again
Oh here it comes again
Oh here it comes again
And through my bitter heart it spreads
And through my bitter heart it spreads
And through my bitter heart it spreads
Warm is the hold, cold is the kiss
Warm is the hold, cold is the kiss
Warm is the hold, cold is the kiss
I just don't know what it's all about
I just don\'t know what it\'s all about
I just don\'t know what it\'s all about
All my life I spent to heal
All my life I spent to heal
All my life I spent to heal
We burn on a bed of roses
We burn on a bed of roses
We burn on a bed of roses
See the pain release it's flames in cinnamon and gold
See the pain release it\'s flames in cinnamon and gold
See the pain release it\'s flames in cinnamon and gold
We burn on a bed of roses
We burn on a bed of roses
We burn on a bed of roses
It cuts our hearts...with the sweetest sound
It cuts our hearts...with the sweetest sound
It cuts our hearts...with the sweetest sound
I just don't know what it's all about
I just don\'t know what it\'s all about
I just don\'t know what it\'s all about
All my life I spent to heal
All my life I spent to heal
All my life I spent to heal
We burn on a bed of roses
We burn on a bed of roses
We burn on a bed of roses
See the pain release it's flames in cinnamon and gold
See the pain release it\'s flames in cinnamon and gold
See the pain release it\'s flames in cinnamon and gold
We burn on a bed of roses
We burn on a bed of roses
We burn on a bed of roses
It cuts our hearts, cuts apart
It cuts our hearts, cuts apart
It cuts our hearts, cuts apart
We burn on a bed of roses
We burn on a bed of roses
We burn on a bed of roses
See the pain release it's flames in cinnamon and gold
See the pain release it\'s flames in cinnamon and gold
See the pain release it\'s flames in cinnamon and gold
We burn on a bed of roses
We burn on a bed of roses
We burn on a bed of roses
It cuts our hearts...with the sweetest sound
It cuts our hearts...with the sweetest sound
It cuts our hearts...with the sweetest sound