歌手:Ama Lur
专辑:《Vintage Café: Lounge and Jazz Blends (Special Selection), Pt. 4》

Bed of Roses - Ama Lur/Beluga's Trio
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
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
What you mean to me and the truth is
Baby
You're all that I need
I wanna lay
Down in a bed of roses
For tonight
I'll sleep on a bed of nails
I wanna be
Just as close
Your holy ghost is
And lay you down
On a bed of roses
Well I'm so far away
The step that I take's on my way home
A king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night
To see through this pay phone
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
Whisper
Baby
Blind love is true
I wanna lay
You down in a bed of roses
For tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails
I wanna be
Just as close as
Your holy ghost is
And lay you down
On a bed of roses
Well this hotel bar's hangover whiskey's gone dry
The barkeeper's wig's crooked
And she's giving me the eye
Well I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died
I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight
I'll sleep on a bed of nails
I wanna be
Just as close as
Your holy ghost is
And lay you down
On a bed of roses