Above The Bed
Album: The Bedroom Sessions
By: Geri X
By: Geri X
Duration
2:48
Genres
Lyrics
Out in the city where the poor souls sleep we’ve been building an army fighting. You disappear in the sunlight like dust on wind I only hear you late at night like a sad violin. I took a picture of you and put it over my bed, but you’ve been dead. A living picture of you is hanging over my bed, but you’ve been dead. Back in the city in a box full of soul I’ve been looking of pety under blankets, upon blankets of snow. Think of me as a place you would go to rest covered in cob webs in a rotting chest.