Bed Of Roses Lyrics

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'm dead

With an ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps it's 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 wanna lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

Well, I'm so far away that each step that I take is on my way home
A king's ransom in dimes I'd given 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"

I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses
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For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

Well, this hotel bar's hangover, the 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
Oo yeah

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

I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down

I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a 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