Even the roses have their thorns
Even California’s got it's storms
Can I have the wind without the rain?
Can I have my baby back again?

What are we to believe, in a world of confusion?
Who are we to trust, in a life of delusion?
What are we to do when we fall in love
Only to find that it’s not enough?
What is there left to choose, if I don’t want the illusion?

For every dark there is a light
If you were the the day then I belonged to the night
Do I feel you breaking down the chain?
Can I have my baby back again?

What are we to believe, in a world of confusion?
Who are we to trust, in a life of delusion?
What are we to do when we fall in love
Only to find that it’s not enough?
What is there left to choose, if I don’t want the illusion?

What am I to believe, in a world of confusion?
Can I trust myself, in a mind of delusion?
What do I do when I fall in love
Only to find that I'm not enough?
What is there left to choose, if I don’t want the illusion?