Jean-Jacques Moréac - Black Roses

Black roses lay on my bed
When the wind is coldly blind.
My lips have become red
When your hands searched for my mind.

Where's the kindom of love?
Who is the sources of my lies?
Is my future written far above?
Who is the devil in your eyes?

My fate is another gate, another liar.
You wait another maid for my desire.

I'm melting all the mirrors
With the strength of my gloomy errors.
My old kiss changes in wine,
When I start to flow your time.

Where's the kindom of love?
Who is the sources of my lies?
Is my future written far above?
Who is the devil in your eyes?

Now I smile inside you, find me?
How do you want to keep me, sensually?