Tell me if you can feel it
The soft chill down your spine
The sweet taste on your tongue baby
Not so easily defined
Baby Woodrose blows your mind
Baby Woodrose blows your mind
Tell me if you can see it
The spiral ceilings so out of sight
And all the walls are just reflections
Of your own mind's design
The soft chill down your spine
The sweet taste on your tongue baby
Not so easily defined
Baby Woodrose blows your mind
Baby Woodrose blows your mind
Tell me if you can see it
The spiral ceilings so out of sight
And all the walls are just reflections
Of your own mind's design