Stones In My Bed

Everything is silent, eyes are on the rocks, You’re over by the glasshouse, looking at empty docks. Take me to your gold mine, show me the dreams in your head. I’m begging with you lover, kick these stones out of my bed. You’ve met my brother Michael, he has a stone on his cross. Eyes that burn your heart out, just like chili sauce. I’ve got three wheels on my Mercedes, I’ve got a mission in my head. I’m begging with you lover, kick these stones out of my bed. Take me in the darkness, sure as my shirt is black Take you and your religion, put scars cross my back. Meet me at the crossroads, I’ll buy you one last drink. Lye me in a bed of comfort, take me before we sink. We used to be an item, now I don’t recall, Tell me was it good love, or just poisoned alcool. Tell me was it good love, or just poisoned alcool. Tell me was it good love, or just poisoned alcool.