3.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 that she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies they won't make of me when
I am dead
With an ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss this 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 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 am so far away
That 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
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died
When you close your eyes
know I'll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spot light again
Tonight I won't be alone
But you know that don't
Mean I am not Lonely I've got nothing to prove
For it's you that I'd to defend
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