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 wide eyes of desperation
Will put your mind in desolation
And even if your heart is free
Your mind never will be
The wild eyes, the wild eyes
The wide eyes of desperation
Will put your mind in desolation
Even if your heart is free
Your mind never will be
