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's still lodged in my head
And some blonde 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'll sleep on a bed of nails
Oh, I wanna be just as close as your Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture the moment
This morning I don't know
'Cause a bottle of vodka's still lodged in my head
And some blonde 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'll sleep on a bed of nails
Oh, I wanna be just as close as your Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses
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