Catch my tears
In your open hand
And let them slide
Down, down
To the ground.
Those are the fingers
That will heal all my wounds,
So let the tears run off them.
I want to show you
What a bed of roses might feel like
To a princess whose thorns have been removed
I bet love feels different
To the pining damsel
Opposed to the one who�s found her savior
The white knight
Won�t you come and save me?
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