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 blonde 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 wanna lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails Oh, 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 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 wanna lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails Oh, 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 I might have said yeah But I laughed so hard I think I died, ooh yeah Now as you close your eyes Know I'll be thinking about you While my mistress she calls me To stand in her spotlight again Tonight 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 I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses For tonight I 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
Sitting here wasted and woundedAt 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 blonde 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 wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
Oh, 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
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 wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
Oh, 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
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died, ooh yeah Now as you close your eyes
Know I'll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonight 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 I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down
I wanna lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I 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
美音色在这首歌里表现无疑，用心精彩的演绎，太强！
这歌算摇滚吗，这么温柔。妥妥的英伦民谣风。。：）
就像瓜哥说的。。你也该歇歇了。休息休息一会：））））
唱的是真好。可惜是敌人。下次选队的时候注意一下哈。。