Bed of Roses
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
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
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, the truth
And what
you mean to me
And the truth is
Baby you're
all that I need
I want to
lay you 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
Each 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 and whisper,
Baby blind love is true
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
Now as you
close your eyes
Know 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 don't
Mean I'm not lonely
I've got
nothing to prove
For it's
you that I'd die to defend
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