The Great Rosegray

It may well be that the very attraction immaturity has for me lies in the security of a situation

where infinite perfections fill the gap between the little given and the great promised – the great rosegray never to be had

Give me a wink if you want me to faint It may well be the great rosegray

Talk to me Look at me the great rosegray never to be had

I wish you could see me I crave you The great rosegray The great rosegray

Now I'm crying 'cause I know I can't kiss you infinite perfections fill the gap

Sorry about the carpet Sorry about the egg