I've been kissed by a rose...

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a [bad word] that's the high and not the pill.

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes [bad word] large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.
 [bad word] you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh,
The more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah.

And now that your rose is in bloom,
light hits the gloom on the grave.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain.

Baby, to me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes [bad word] large and
The light that you shine can be seen.

Baby,
I [bad word] you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh, the more I get of you
stranger it feels, yeah.

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.

Baby, you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes [bad word] large and,
the light that you shine can be seen.
 [bad word] you to a kiss from a rose on the grave,
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
light hits the gloom on the grave.
 [bad word] you to a kiss from a rose on the grave,
Ooh, the more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
light hits the gloom on the grave.