Temptations surround,
Though not one of them’s taken,
Just a little taste.
The cooling night air,
Breezes me to a fresh sleep,
Where dreams seldom come.
The rose bush looks sad,
Resplendent one year and now,
Just a thorny bush.
As complex as simple is.
Temptations surround,
Though not one of them’s taken,
Just a little taste.
The cooling night air,
Breezes me to a fresh sleep,
Where dreams seldom come.
The rose bush looks sad,
Resplendent one year and now,
Just a thorny bush.