Rosa
Claire Boucher
Midnight afternoon
Morning comes but not too soon
Rosa wakes up in my bed
We are seperate
Vampires in our nights aware
I'm no longer happy in there
Rosa, Rosa, Rosa
Where is my heart?
Rosa, Rosa, Rosa
Where is my heart?
I can never tell her
That she is a witch
Sewing up my heart again
Love in equal stitch
Oh, I am not in love
I am not in love
I'm not in love
Rosa, Rosa, Rosa
Where is my heart?
Rosa, Rosa, Rosa
Where are my arms?
Morning, morning, morning
Will wake me up cold
Morning, morning, morning
Reminds me that I am getting old