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 in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails 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 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
I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails 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 whiskey's gone dry The barkeeper's wig's crooked And she's giving me the eye Well, 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 wanna lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down
I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses
Compositor: John Francis Bongiovi ECAD: Obra #21257037 Fonograma #17675393