Passion, flower, stain the world from the outside,
Flower in my eyes, and men are calling me,
Where'd you get my name? Did I tell them how to say?
Passion, flower, speak to me, don't die here in my hand.
If I could hold you in my heart, (wouldn't it be grand?)
Take my lesson from your heart, (wouldn't it be grand?)
Hear your voice and speak your name, (wouldn't it be grand?)
If we could all love you the same.
Passion, flower in my eyes, it's a new day,
Squeeze a fragrance from your lips; I'm drunken from your passion,
Running red across my eyes, red across my heart,
Staining me from death to life: passion.
If I could hold you in my heart, (wouldn't it be grand?)
Hold you deep inside my breast, (wouldn't it be grand?)
Then I'd breathe to the wind, (wouldn't it be grand?)
Just to take you in again, (wouldn't it be grand?)
Looking out over the world, (wouldn't it be grand?)
If I could gather all the pearls, (wouldn't it be grand?)
On the inside of my soul, (wouldn't it be grand?)
To keep you from desiring more.
Wouldn't it be grand?
Wouldn't it be grand?
Wouldn't it be grand?
Wouldn't it be grand?
Wouldn't it be grand?
Wouldn't it be grand?
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