" Lies On A Bed Of Roses "

( Lies on a Bed of Roses )

(Lyrics By Gerald Logan)

(Verse 1)

You laid me down in a bed of red,

Sweet perfume to hide the things you said.

Smoke and whiskey covered your grin,

But the truth cut through, I felt it burn within.

(Chorus)

We were tellin’ lies on a bed of roses,

Blood on my hands where the thorn still closes.

Every kiss was fire, every vow was smoke,

Love’s a loaded gun, and you pulled the joke.

Yeah, we were tellin’ lies on a bed of roses.

(Verse 2)

I saw heaven in your wicked eyes,

But hell came fast dressed in thin disguise.

Petals fell, and the night turned black,

A rose don’t bloom when the roots are cracked.

(Chorus)

We were tellin’ lies on a bed of roses,

Blood on my hands where the thorn still closes.

Every kiss was fire, every vow was smoke,

Love’s a loaded gun, and you pulled the joke.

Yeah, we were tellin’ lies on a bed of roses.

(Bridge)

I’d rather bleed from a thorn tonight,

Than be fooled again by the soft moonlight.

Better the sting of the truth, bone-deep,

Than a rose-red bed where the devil sleeps.

(Final Chorus / Outro)

We were tellin’ lies on a bed of roses,

Thorns still cut where the love decomposes.

Whiskey burns but it don’t erase,

The ghost of your kiss or your two-faced grace.

Yeah, we were tellin’ lies…

On a bed of roses.