sábado, 1 de junho de 2013

Bed of Roses

Alyssa Framm Photography


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 its 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
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

The hotel bar 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

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

Bon Jovi