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 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
on the bed of roses
For tonight I sleep
on bed of nails
I want to be
just as close as
The holy
ghost is
And lay you down
on bed of roses
Well I'm
so far away
That each step that I
take is my way home
A king's ransom
in dimes
I'd given
each night
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
on the bed of roses
For tonight I sleep
on bed of nails
I want to be
just as close as
The holy
ghost is
And lay you down
on bed of roses
The hotel bar's
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
I want to lay you down
on the bed of roses
For tonight I sleep
on bed of nails
I want to be
just as close as
The holy
ghost is
And lay you down
on bed of roses