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's still lodged in my head

And some blonde 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 its 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 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's

on my way home,

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

to see through 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 in 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 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.

Now as you close your eyes, you know I'll be think

ng about you,

While my mistress she calls me to stand in the spot

ight again.

Tonight I won't be alone but you know that don't

mean I'm not lonely.

I got nothing to prove, for it's you that I'd die

to defend.

I wanna lay you down in 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.

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