Thorns Of A Black Rose کے بول

I want to breath you, feed you, seed you Hold you, unfold you, grow old with you, I need to see you, be you, me & you... That's all I want That's all I need I'd like to fly you, spy you, die with you Wear you, dare you, take care of you I think of meeting you, greeting you, eating you Hate you... but all I do is wait for you That's all I'd like That's all I think I've ripped myself on the thorns of a black rose Lost my will - that's the way things goes I dream of pouring you, scoring you, getting more of you And to find you, blind you, be kind to you I'd love to dress you, stress you, caress you Miss you, skiss you...kiss you... I'd love to hate you but what is there to do when I only hate to love you?