A scent of roses in
Her hair, a silver
Laugh that plays the
Air
A wave of heat, and
Marguerite is near
You
We fell like stars
We're falling still
We shared the dark
We always will
Who else but you,
Could lead me to,
My Heaven?
This was written on
The wind and it's
Useless to fight
Will you be my,
Fallen angel tonight?
Marguerite, I
Thought you knew
I uderstand the dark
Of you
Give into me, it's
Time that we were
Dancing
The scent of roses
Fills your hair, your
Silver laughter chills
The air
But oh, the heat
When Marguerite
Draws near
And no one has
Touched me, my
Soul's my own
Marguerite, you too
Walk the night
Alone
Come hear me
Come near me
God only knows, no
One moves my heart
But you come close
And every place is
Bittersweet when
Every face is
Marguerite
I breathe the roses
In your hair, I feel
Your heat, I touch
Your hair
You frighten me, or
Could it be I love
You
The moon begins to
Climb the sky, the
Wind will rise, and
So will I
To catch the star
That's known as
Marguerite...