Midnight afternoon
Morning comes, but not too soon
Or else he wakes up in my bed
We are separate
Vampires in our nights aware
I'm no longer happy in there

Rosa, Rosa, Rosa
Oh, where is my heart?
Rosa, Rosa, Rosa
Oh, where is my heart?
I can never tell her
That she is a witch
Sewing up my heart again
Love in equal stitch

Oh I am not in love
I am not in love
I'm not
Oh I am not in love
I am not in love
I'm not

Rosa, Rosa, Rosa
Where is my heart?
Rosa, Rosa, Rosa
Where are my arms?
Morning, morning, morning
Will wake me up cold
Mourning, mourning, mourning
Reminds me that I am getting old