Smoke Ring Days: Music

Bed of Nails

(Smoke Ring Days)

February 12, 2005

WELL, THE PAIN OF YOUR DECLARATION
AND THE STRAIN OF OUR SEPARATION
HAVE HUNG ME HIGH, HAVE WRUNG ME DRY
HAVE ROBBED ME OF SENSATION

BUT NOW I’M GRATEFUL TO BE NUMB
AND THAT MY SENSES BEEN STRUCK DUMB
‘CAUSE IF I HAD TO FEEL WHAT I’M FEELING NOW
WELL, I’M SURE I WOULD SUCCUMB

BUT WHEN I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP
BABY, PEACE WON’T COME

CHORUS:

AND THE SOFTEST SHEETS ARE LIKE A BED OF NAILS
THEY’RE AS COLD AS SLEET AND AS HARD AS HAIL
BLOWIN’ THROUGH MY SOUL WITH THE FORCE OF GALES
NOW THAT YOU HAVE TOLD ME GOODBYE

WHEN YOUR HEARTACHE WON’T TAKE VACATION
THAT’S WHEN SLEEP’S LIKE A SWEET SALVATION
ONE LAYS YOU LOW, ONE LETS YOU GO
AND, OH, FOR THAT SEDATION

BUT LIKE A BULLET TO MY BRAIN
LIKE A VERSE WITH A CURSED REFRAIN
JUST WHEN I THINK I’LL SINK INTO SKY BLUE PINK
ALL THE BLACK FLOODS BACK AGAIN

AND I’M SWEPT ASEA, JUST ME, MISERY AND PAIN

CHORUS

WELL, THERE ISN’T AN INVOCATION
I CAN PRAY, OR A REPAIRATION
FOR BEIN’ HURT BY THOSE WHO WERE SUPPOSED
TO KEEP ME FROM DEVASTATION

AND THOUGH I MAY ONE DAY FORGET
THAT’S A CHANGE FAR TOO STRANGE AS YET
‘N SO I’LL LET YOU KNOW THAT TO LET IT GO
MAY BE NO WIN ON THAT BET

‘CAUSE IT MAY BE WHAT YOU DON’T SEE WILL BE WHAT YOU GET

CHORUS