Lyrics:

He'll be young forever if he keeps this up...
So the bedroom playboy's never going to grow up
The heart is a secret garden
To which there are no short cuts

Only green young fingers make the garden bloom;
For the serious young man now is always too soon
The heart is a secret garden
The head is a darkened room

Close your eyes...
How does it feel to be in love?
Much too difficult, you shove
Green fingers into gloves
Green fingers into gloves

Get those fingers dirty –
Now you're getting warm;
Blood those hands with passion
Turn your face to the storm
The heart is a bed of roses
The heart is a bed of thorns

Bleed, green fingers, bleed
Bleed, green fingers, bleed

Some future memory stirs...
Someone's always getting burned
If intensity holds true
If it's real to be in love
How does it feel to be in love?

Green fingers stripped of gloves (Bleed, green fingers, bleed)
(Bleed, green fingers, bleed)
(Bleed, green fingers, bleed)
(Bleed, green fingers, bleed, green fingers)


(Bleed, green fingers, bleed)
Green fingers stripped of gloves
(Bleed, green fingers, bleed) Green fifers stripped of gloves
(Bleed) Green fingers