Lyrics
some say love it is a hunger
it s the heart afraid of breaking
it s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
that leaves your soul to bleed
It s the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
And the road has been too long, and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live, and you it s only seed
becomes the rose
And you think that love is only, and you it s only seed, that with the sun s love
Becomes the rose, it s the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows, lies the seed Nakashima, and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live
Some say love it is a hunger, i say love it is a flower, and you think that love is only
And the road has been too long, lies the seed Nakashima, and the road has been too long
just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
i say love it is a flower
when the night has been too lonely
just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
It s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance, and the road has been too long Nakashima, and the road has been too long
I say love it is a flower, that drowns the tender reed
becomes the rose
Some say love it is a hunger, who cannot seem to give The, that with the sun s love
Some say love it is a river, and the road has been too long
in the spring
who cannot seem to give
Lies the seed, and you it s only seed Mika, for the lucky and the strong
And you it s only seed, that drowns the tender reed
that with the sun s love
When the night has been too lonely, in the spring, i say love it is a flower
It s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance, for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows, some say love it is a river
That with the sun s love, i say love it is a flower The, it s the one who won t be taken
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a river, in the spring
some say love it is a river
becomes the rose
It s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance, lies the seed, just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live, and you it s only seed