[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

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

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
Bleed, green fingers, bleed
Bleed, green fingers, bleed

[Bridge]
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?

[Chorus]
Green fingers stripped of gloves (Bleed, green fingers, bleed)
(Bleed, green fingers, bleed)
(Bleed, green fingers, bleed)
(Bleed, green fingers, bleed, green fingers)

[Instrumental]
[Outro]
(Bleed, green fingers, bleed)
Green fingers stripped of gloves
(Bleed, green fingers, bleed) Green fifers stripped of gloves
(Bleed) Green fingers