In a garden full of roses, wearing a white dress as she doses.
Her face so beautiful, and pure.
I'm falling into a love for which there is no cure.
As I turn and walk away, my mind it turns into a daze.
Stumbling, tripping, thrashing, falling the bushes they turn into a maze.
I stop and contemplate why, why? i search for the answer in my head I find it in my heart instead.
I turn again to where you lay, and there I stand until today.
Watching, waiting...loving.
