Joanne Shaw Taylor Sleeping On A Bed Of Nails
Baby you made your bed
Time to lay it down
Can't take back things you said
Crawling on the ground
They come back to haunt you
Don't you know it never fails
Find yourself out in the cold
Sleeping on a bed of nails
You come around past midnight
With whiskey on your breath
I meant it when I said it
Won't let you treat me like all the rest
You carry that glass around
Like it's some kind of holy grail
Now you're covered up by a blanket of lies
Sleeping on a bed of nails
Don't rest too easy
Don't think I'll change
I know that tortured soul
You've got only you to blame
It's a long way down
When you're faced with the fall
But here's the truth
You just can't have it all
Comes back to haunt you
Don't you know it never fails
Find yourself out in the cold
And sleeping on a bed of nails
Covered up in a blanket of lies
And sleeping on a bed of nails
