BLOG

Messaggio di darkangel da commentare:

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 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 and truth and what you mean to me
and the truth is, baby, you're all that I need
I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
for tonite I sleep on a bed of nails
oh, I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
and lay you down on a 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 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
Well, this hotel bar's hangover whiskey's gone dry
the barkeeper's wig's croocked
and she's giving me the eyes
and I might have said yeah
but I laughed so hard I think I died, ooh yeah
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
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 in a bed of roses
for tonite I sleep in a bed of nails
oh, I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
and lay you down
I'm gonna lay you down in 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 in a bed of roses

ATTENZIONE:
Per commentare questo BLOG
è necessario essere iscritti
alla community di www.spritz.it

COMMENTI:

NESSUN COMMENTO DISPONIBILE