All the golden roses of the night That you hold to you so tight And from here beyond the screen I'm blistering with delight Pick a book off the shelf See your life all spelt out And the way jobim sings I'm still trying to understand
All the golden roses of the night That you hold to you so tight And from here beyond the screen I'm blistering with delight Pick a book off the shelf See your life all spelt out And the way jobim sings I'm still trying to understand