Rosa

Midnight afternoon Morning comes, but not too soon Or else he wakes up in my bed We are separate Vampires in our nights aware I'm no longer happy in there Rosa, Rosa, Rosa Oh, where is my heart Rosa, Rosa, Rosa Oh, 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 Oh I am not in love I am not in love I'm not Rosa, Rosa, Rosa Where is my heart Rosa, Rosa, Rosa Where are my arms Morning, morning, morning Will wake me up cold Mourning, mourning, mourning Reminds me that I am getting old