Bed of Roses - Ama Lur/DJ Style/Urban Love

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 you down in a bed of roses

For tonight I'll sleep on a bed of nails

I wanna be just as close as the 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 the 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 the holy ghost is

And lay you down on a bed of roses