Bed of Roses

Bed of Roses - Ama Lur/Beluga's Trio

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

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 the truth

What you mean to me and the truth is

Baby

You're all that I need

I wanna lay

Down in a bed of roses

For tonight

I'll sleep on a bed of nails

I wanna be

Just as close

Your holy ghost is

And lay you down

On a bed of roses

Well I'm so far away

The step that I take's on my way home

A king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night

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

Flies me back to

You I'll just close my eyes

Whisper

Baby

Blind love is true

I wanna lay

You down in a bed of roses

For tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails

I wanna be

Just as close as

Your holy ghost is

And lay you down

On a bed of roses

Well this hotel bar's hangover whiskey's gone dry

The barkeeper's wig's crooked

And she's giving me the eye

Well I might have said yeah

But I laughed so hard I think I died

I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses

For tonight

I'll sleep on a bed of nails

I wanna be

Just as close as

Your holy ghost is

And lay you down

On a bed of roses