Bon Jovi - Bed Of Roses

** Bon Jovi ** Bed Of Roses

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

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 the truth

and what you mean to me

And the truth is...

baby you're all that I need

I want to lay you on a bed of roses

For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails

I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is

And lay you down on bed of roses