Brambles
Cameron Blackwood, Dean Richardson, Frank Christopher Carter
Why am I thinking
Only of You
First thing in the morning
The whole day through
The nights are the worst times
All the hours I lose
When I could be dreaming
Only of You
Why does our Love feel like brambles
Wrapping ourselves in thorns
Why does our Love leave me breathless
Crying on the bedroom floor
I want a Love
To fill me with joy
To light up my heart
When I hear that voice
I want a Love
As warm as the sun
To melt all the ice
That I have become
I want a Love
Why does our Love feel like brambles
Wrapping ourselves in thorns
Why does our Love leave me breathless
Crying on the bedroom floor
I want a Love
I need a Love