Джон Боби - Кроватка из роз | Текст песни

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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 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 and the truth and what
you mean to me
And the truth is baby you're all
that I need

Chorus:
I want to lay you on 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 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

Chorus

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
Tonite 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

Chorus

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