Lyrics:

8
Takte
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Sitting here wastet and
wounded, at this old piano
trying hard to capture the moment,
this morning I don`t know
`cause a bottle of wodka
still lodged in my head
someblondgavemenightmaves,
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 lovethe truth,
what you mean to me
and the truth is,
baby you all that I need
I wanna lay you down
in the bed of roses,
for tonight I sleep
on a bed of nails
I wanna be just as closeas,
the holy ghost is,
and lay you down,
on a bed of roses
Well I`m so far away,
stop that I take`s an my way home
king`s ranson in dimes,
give each night just
see through this payphone
still I run out of time
or it`s hard to get through
till the bird on the wind,
flies me back to you
I`ll just close my eyes,
and whisper,
baby, blind love is true
I wanna lay you down
in the bed of roses,
for tonight I sleep
on a bed of nails
I wanna be just as closeas,
the holy ghost is,
and lay you down,
on a bed of roses
Well this hotelbars
hang over whiskey`s gone dry
the barkeeper`s wig`s crooked,
and she`s giving me the eye
L`I might have say yeah;
but I laughed so hard,
I think I died
Solo
8 Takte
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,
to know that don`t mean
I`m not lonely
I`ve got nothing to prove,
for it`s you,
that I die to defend
I wanna lay you down
in the bed of roses,
for tonight I sleep
on a bed of nails
I wanna be just as closeas,
the holy ghost is,
and lay you down,
on a bed of roses
I wanna lay you down
in the bed of roses,
for tonight I sleep
on a bed of nails
I wanna be just as closeas,
the holy ghost is,
and lay you down,
on a bed of roses