Bed of Roses

sitting here wasted and wounded
at this old piano
try hard to capture the moment
this morning i dont know
couse the bottle of vodka 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 wont make of me when i 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 too me
and the truth is
baby your all that i need

i want to lay you down in a bed of roses
for too nigth i sleep on a bed of nails
i want to be just is closes as holy ghost is
and lay you down
on a bed of roses

well im so far away
that each step that i take is
on my way home
a king ransom in dimes i'd gaven
eachnight
just to see through this pay phone
still i run out of time
or its hard to get through till the birds on the wire
flies me back to you
ill just close my eyes, and whisper
baby blind love is true

i want to lay you down in a bed
of roses
for tonite i sleep on a bed of nails
i want to be just is closes a holy ghost is
and lay you down
on a bed of roses

well the hotel bar hang over
whiskey gone dry
the barkeeper's wig's crooked
and shes giving me the eye
i might have said yeah
but i laughed so hard i think i died

when you close your eyes
know ill be thinking about you
while my mistress she calls me
to stand in her spotlight again
tonite i wont be alone
but you know you dont mean
i not lonely
ive got nothing to prove
for its you that id die to the defend

i want to lay you down in a bed of roses
for tonite i sleep on a bed of nails

i want to lay you down in a bed of roses
for tonite i sleep on a bed of nails
i want to be just is closes
a holy ghost is and lay you down
on a bed of roses