Una canción que me estuvo rondando la cabeza durante mucho tiempo sin saber cuál era ni dónde la escuché. Tras varios años así, un día decidí buscarla. Por alguna razón, me sonaba a alguna peli que había visto. Finalmente caí en la cuenta: alguna de Batman... y al final di con ella! "Kiss from a rose", una canción muy romántica... y también bastante empalagosa. Sin embargo, solo por el tiempo que permaneció en mi cabeza sin saber cuál era, merece un pequeño hueco en este blog.
There used to be
a graying tower
alone on the sea.
You became
the light on the
dark side of me.
Love remained
a drug that's the high
and not the pill.
But did you know
that when it snows,
my eyes become large and
the light that you shine
can be seen?
Baby!
I compare you to
a kiss from a rose
on the grave.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
the stranger it feels,
yeah.
And now that
your rose is in bloom
a 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 become large and
the light that you shine
can be seen?
Baby!
I compare you to
a kiss from a rose
on the grave.
Ooh,
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.
I've been
kissed by a rose
on the grave.
I've been
kissed by a rose
on the grave.
I've been
kissed by a rose
on the grave.
And if i should fall
along the way.
I've been
kissed by a rose
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.
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 become large and
the light that you shine
can be seen?
Baby!
I compare you to
a kiss from a rose
on the grave.
Ooh,
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.
Yes, I compare you to
a kiss from a rose
on the grave.
Ooh,
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.
Now that your
rose is in bloom
a light hits the gloom
on the grave.
