| BED OF ROSES Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment, this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of Vodka is still lodged in my head, And some blond gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my bed As I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead With an ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the morning While some marching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're talking About all of the things that I long to believe About love and the truth and what you mean to me And the truth is Baby you're all that I need I want to lay you down in a bed of roses, for tonight, I will sleep on a bed of nails I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses Well I'm so far away, each step that I take is on my way home A king's ransom in dimes I'd given eacht night just to see trough this payphone Still I run out of time, or it's hard to get through Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you I'll just close my eyes and whisper Baby blind love is true I want to lay you down...... The hotel bar hangover whisky's gone dry The barkeeper's wig's crooked, and she's giving me the eye I might have said yeah But I laughed so hard I think I died When you close your eyes, know I'll be thinking about you While my mistress she calls me to stand in the spotlight again Tonight I won't be alone but you know taht don't mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove for it's you thath I'd die to defend I want to lay you down..... |
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