Rebels with the hunger to win That's why three cheeky devils just got under your skin I'm a soldier of the sun with a gun that blows roses Did what
the stardust of a song Beside a garden wall When stars were bright But you were in my arms The nightingale tells his fairy tale Of paradise where roses
inspiration But that was long ago Now my only consolation Is in the stardust of a song It was beside the garden wall (Beside the garden wall) (Beside the garden
in the stardust of a song And beside a garden wall When stars were bright You are in my arms The nightingale told his fairy tale A paradise where roses
the best God damn, you were the best God damn, you were the best A dozen roses couldn't say goodbye To all the heartache so I left them in the garden
is in the stardust of a song Beside the garden wall when stars are bright You are in my arms The nightingale tells his fairy tale Of paradise where roses
I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear falling on my ear The song of God discloses And He walks with me
And he was walking in the garden And he was walking in the night And he was singing a sad love song And he was praying for his life And the stars came
las rosas when it happens that i pass the hours together with you o my love, there is a sound in the garden of the crystal fountain that appears to speak below the roses
amongst these 10 songs; songs that are like sears to me now... But still the dream remains, and yet my love has not withered nor have my songs faded
echoes inside Withered roses will never bloom again Carry my weight: Those memories of you! Once I felt that you loved me These days are over, now we're through Our secret garden
lies And then I tripped away into the void Lay down the gun that defends me Cover me with a rose instead My eyes see the deadland that surrounds me But I can see the garden
In whirlwinds of tempestuous fires a phantasm rose upon heavens ....a fearful Eidolon Lucifer was his name in Eternity the Father of Pestilence Monarch
slaves to our fears, We're an accident called human beings, Don't be angry for loving the baby or say it's unreal. So many lies turn to songs, like roses
tranquil kiss from your soft bleeding lips the anger of clashing thunder sings a song of hate sings a song of hate so strong. . . A black rose blooms
in the stardust of a song Beside the garden wall when stars are bright You are in my arms The nightingale tells his fairy tale Of paradise where roses
now Yeah she thinks she's tough She ain't no english rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows Yes and he do a song About a long gone irish
can't find the muse for just one more song... Have the poets all left us? Words written, forgotten and no one cares Have the poets all left us? Like dead roses in gardens