If the wind blew every petal from your precious red rose, would you be afraid of what you'd find inside? When I'm alone in my room, I can't stop dreaming about you, dreaming about you. When I'm alone in my room, I can't stop dreaming about you, dreaming about you. And every time I do what I need to do, I can't stop dreaming about you, dreaming about you. Revolving around every word that is spoken, like the planets around the sun, I warn to you. Your tongue is a great persuader. Yeah, you got me sold. When I'm alone in my room, just watching the rose, I dream about you, I dream about you. When I'm alone in my room, I can't stop dreaming about you. When I'm alone in my room, I can't stop dreaming about you, dreaming about you. And every time I do what I need to do, I can't stop dreaming about you, dreaming about you. When my sane twin reigns, claiming your aims to main my subconscious into being with you, I dream about you. Betting on the notion that if my lustier twin prevails, like the ruins of Rome, I'll lie helpless at your feet. Yeah, when I'm alone, I dream about you, I dream about you. I dream about you, baby. When I'm alone in my room, I dream about you, baby. I dream about you, yeah, you. And here we stand amidst your corn, like the petals on this rose, I adore you. The inside, the inside, the inside is kind, kind in the sense that one will come from all. And I wish that your wish will come true, if you call. But if not, we will fall, and I'll still be alone, just dreaming about you. This ball in my stomach, just dreaming about you.