Green Fingers

He'll be young forever if he keeps this up...

So the bedroom playboy's never going to grow up

The heart is a secret garden

To which there are no short cuts

Only green young fingers make the garden bloom;

For the serious young man now is always too soon

The heart is a secret garden

The head is a darkened room

Close your eyes...

How does it feel to be in love?

Much too difficult, you shove

Green fingers into gloves

Green fingers into gloves

Get those fingers dirty –

Now you're getting warm;

Blood those hands with passion

Turn your face to the storm

The heart is a bed of roses

The heart is a bed of thorns

Bleed, green fingers, bleed

Bleed, green fingers, bleed

Some future memory stirs...

Someone's always getting burned

If intensity holds true

If it's real to be in love

How does it feel to be in love?

Green fingers stripped of gloves (Bleed, green fingers, bleed)

(Bleed, green fingers, bleed)

(Bleed, green fingers, bleed)

(Bleed, green fingers, bleed, green fingers)

(Bleed, green fingers, bleed)

Green fingers stripped of gloves

(Bleed, green fingers, bleed) Green fifers stripped of gloves

(Bleed) Green fingers