you, me, a locked room and jazz music

bed of roses
I want to
I want to hold you close
and see into the eyes of my light
bed of roses
looking so beautiful
in the backround we have playing
bb king
and we start swaying
in the locked room
there we are
feeling the urge
to go that much farther

slow dance
till one in the morning
so early yet so late
slow dancing
as the music sways
and yet I feel
yet I faint
in the dreams
there you are
in a red dress
and yet still far
away from me
as I take a step closer
you fade away

I wake the next morning
your by my side
still gently sleeping
still as warm and still I tryed
not go anywhere
not to leave in hurried airs
I’ll not move
from this side
I’ll sleep next to you
till the tides rise

your voice I can stand
so much more
then I planned
nothing more then solitudes
broken my spirits
how about you
in the morning I do seek
the answer to lifes
liitle weakness
in the morning
I do sleep
I figureo ut our link

to the past I must go
head bumbs
from the shows
and I’ll go again
no more turning outside
no mroe looking in
to the rays of the suns
blinding my eyes

no more guns
loaded ammo
falsly firing
liking nothing more
the wiring of my mind
seems to go
farther and farther
away then you know
darking pasts
so troublesome

and there we are
you
me
a locked room
so far holding hands
by the fire side
loking into each others eyes...