There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy, babe
But did you know, that when it snows, my eyes become enlarged
And the light that you shine can be seen
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave
The more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom, a light hits the gloom on the grave