You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug, that’s the high, and not the pill.
But did you know, that when it snows,
my eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
The more I get of you, the stranger it feels.
And now that your rose is in bloom, a light hits the gloom on the gray.
You remain, my power, my pleasure, my pain.