- 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 lodge in my head
- And
some blond gave me nightmares
- I
think that she 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 be
- And
the truth is baby you’re all that I need
- I
want to lay down on a bed of roses
- For
tonight I 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
- That
each step that I take is on my way home
- A
king’s ransom in dimes I’d give each
night
- Just
to see through this pay phone
- Still
I run out of time
- Or
it’s hard to get through
- Till
the bird on the wire files me back to you
- I’ll
just close my eyes and whisper, baby blind love
is true
- I
want to lay down on a bed of roses
- For
tonight I 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
- The
hotel bar hangover whiskey’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
- Known
I’ll be thinking about you
- While
my mistress she calls me
- To
stand in her spotlight again
- Tonight
I won’t be alone
- But
you know that I don’t
- Mean
I’m not lonely I’ve got nothing to
prove
- For
it’s you that I’d die to defend
