Bed of rosesbon jovisitting here wasted and woundedat this old pianotrying hard to capturethe moment this morning i don't know'cause a bottle of vodkais still lodged in my headand some blond gave me nightmaresi think she's still in my bedas i dream about moviesthey won't make of me when i'm deadwith an ironclad fist i wake up andfrench kiss the morningwhile some marching band keepsits own beat in my headwhile we're talkingabout all of the things that i long to believeabout love and the truth andwhat you mean to meand the truth is baby you're all that i needi want to lay you on a bed of rosesfor tonite i sleep on a bed on nailsi want to be just as close as the holy ghost isand lay you down on bed of roseswell i'm so far awaythat each step that i take is on my way homea king's ransom in dimes i'd given each nightjust to see through this payphonestill i run out of timeor it's hard to get throughtill the bird on the wire flies me back to youi'll just close my eyes and whisper,baby blind love is truei want to lay you down on a bed of rosesfor tonite i sleep on a bed on nailsi want to be just as close as the holy ghost isand lay you down on bed of rosesthe hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone drythe barkeeper's wig's crookedand she's giving me the eyei might have said yeahbut i laughed so hard i think i diedwhen you close your eyesknow i'll be thinking about youwhile my mistress she calls meto stand in her spotlight againtonite i won't be alonebut you know that don'tmean i'm not lonely i've got nothing to provefor it's you that i'd die to defendi want to lay you down on a bed of rosesfor tonite i sleep on a bed on nailsi want to be just as close as the holy ghost isand lay you down on bed of roses