Bed Of Roses

Bed Of Roses

The Indians

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 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 in 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'm so far away 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 pay phone
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 in 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

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 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 want to lay you down in 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

Written by BIANCA, ANGELIQUE
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network

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