Lyrics to The Reason by Black Rose Garden: Yes, everything in life is but of destiny It always seem to be Some things last for eternity Every once in
sounds of the winds when they're breaking And we can buy that diamond ring And just about any other thing With somebody else's money We can buy you that flower garden With every rose
our lean hour) Milking your moustache? Or grinding a flower? I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. Tower. I want roses in my garden bower
hand And in the monastery garden sat a woman with a book A manuscript that lay within her frail and trembling arms She looked around her nervously as guilt rose
a sword that was silver and pure The other a sword that was red to the core They fought as the sun rose high in the sky Their fight would not end until
The first god: had in his garden, from the back, looked like a household pet--but when it was twirled 'round was revealed to be a 3 legged black grey
Intro My pretty little africa prize x2 Black black rose in my garden bed Where d'you come from? I don't have got them My heart is beating go boom boom
small you see And people have a way of being Even smaller yet But all the same though life is hard And no one promised me a garden Of roses, so I did
. Unblessed, unpure. Here I am, my own god and master. Everything is soft like velvet, but the velvet dreams obscure my mind. I pick a rose so black but
lean hour) Milking your moustache? or grinding a flower? I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. Tower. I want roses in my garden bower; dig
residence. La mort, ultime delivrance Va briser les chaines qui liaient mon ame A ce spectre du passe Que le sang puisse effacer Cette promesse bafouee. A garden of roses
won't Oh these ashes will redeem White and clean like sanity, if you will [x2] Who are you to point fingers A garden always got one rotten rose, look
: Intro My pretty little africa prize x2 Black black rose in my garden bed Where d'you come from? I don't have got them My heart is beating go boom
