She will always be the first
And so you will never forget
She is a thorn to pierce
Your tender heart
And this wound that hurt you so
Is the hurt you need to grow
Cry

Hungrily tasting her berry-stained lips
You're planting your kisses right there
Rise up before her now
She holds you in her hands
Brings you from pattern to blue
In her you'll drown
And this wound that hurt you so
Is the hurt you need to grow
Cry

The thorn upon the rose
The boy becomes a man
Although she is the first
He'll not be the last
And this wound that hurt you so
Is the hurt you need to grow