Green Fingers lyrics

He`ll be young forever if he keeps this up...
So the bedroom playboy`s never going to grow up.
The heart is a secret garden
to which there are no short cuts.

Only green young fingers make the garden bloom;
for the serious young man now is always too soon -
The heart is a secret garden,
the head is a darkened room.

Close your eyes...
how does it feel to be in love?
...Much too difficult, you shove
green fingers into gloves.

Get those fingers dirty - now you`re getting warm;
blood those hands with passion,
turn your face to the storm.
The heart is a bed of roses,
The heart is a bed of thorns.

Bleed, green finger, bleed.

Some future memory stirs...
someone`s always getting burned
if intensity holds true.
If it`s real to be in love
how does it feel to be in love?
...Green fingers stripped of gloves
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