Idool 2003 - Caroline - 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 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

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 given 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

I want to lay you down 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

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