Tonight is the night...to lay you down in a bed of roses...



Sitting here wasted and wound in this old chair
Wondering if you had ever listened to me
'Cause a beer is not the answer I would like to hear
Rather that you are here looking at me.

And while in my fantasy I am reading what I long to see,
That you are stroking gently my hairs a smile in your face,
Many unfortunate acts never going to happen
And the truth is to see you smile is all I ever wanted.

A thunder happens breaking the veil back to reality
All of this were fantasies never meant to happen.
And while we nod at each other, our ways parting as expected,
I will secretly long for the next time we argue again.

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
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,

I wish all would have been different.