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 have 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 beats 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 of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is...
...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
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...
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