Sitting here wasted and wounded with this old p iano.
Trying h ard to capture the moment, this morning I do n't know.
'cause a b ottle of vodka still li es in my head and some blo nde
gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my b ed.
As I t hink about movies they wo n't make of me when I'm dea d.
With an i ron-clad fist I wake up to french-kiss the mo rning.
While a m arching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're tal king
about a ll of the things I lo nged to believe, about lov e, the truth,
what you mean to me and the t ruth is...
Baby you're all that I need.
I wanna l ay you do wn in a bed of rose s.
Tonight I s leep on a be d of nai ls.
I wanna b e just as cl ose as the Hol y Ghos t is.
Lay y ou do wn, on a bed of ros es.
I'm so far away, each step that I take's on my w ay home.
A king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night to see through this pa yphone.
But I'd run out of time or it's h ard to get through till the bird on the wire
flies me back to you. I'll just close m y eyes.
And whisper " baby it probably is true".
The h otel bars hangover wh iskey's gone dry.
The bart ender's wig's crooked, she's giving me the eye.
I m ight've said yes, but I la ughed so hard I t hink I died .
Now as you close your eyes you know I'll be thinki ng about you.
My mistress she calls me to stand in her spo tlight again.
I won't be alone, you know that don't mean I'm not lon ely.
I've got nothing to prove, for its you I'd die to def end.