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 still lies 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 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 down on a bed of roses

for tonite 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 is 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

 

CHORUS

 

the hotel bar 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 know I'll be thinking about you

while my mistress she calls me to stand in her spotlight again tonite

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

 

CHORUS x2