Somewhere, she knows that he will find her
Til every single teardrop became a desert rose
Love her, and hold your hand above hers,
Until the crossroads meet you — a legend that will come true —
No longer will you call her a desert rose
Somewhere, she knows that he will find her
Til every single teardrop became a desert rose
Love her, and hold your hand above hers
Until the crossraods meet you — a legend that will come true —
No longer must you follow a desert rose