you last night And I woke to curse my life Good god, I'm sick of sight Can't you see? But I must remain composed 'Neath the trembling of the rose But
you last night And I woke to hate my life Good God I'm sick of sight Can't you see But I must remain composed Beneath the trembling of the rose But
of you last night and I woke to hate my life good God I'm sick of sight can't you see? but I must remain composed 'neath the trembling of the rose but
of you last night And I woke to hate my life Good God I'm sick of sight Can't you see But I must remain composed Beneath the trembling of the rose But
