franco的部落格

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 blonde 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
i want to lay you down on a bed of roses
for tonite i sleep on a bed on 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've 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
i want to lay you down on a bed of roses
for tonite 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
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
i want to lay you down on a bed of roses
for tonite i sleep on a bed of nails
i want to be just as close as the holy ghost is