Cold Bed letra

The cold tonight seems more anxious to talk
than he has seemed in nights before
skinless face and yellow heart, he
hesitates and I wait
All my stories are about the same things
I find so many beds for them
I find this package of tiny lamps
and it makes a firey ring
Right now is the reason I carry this jewel
everywhere round my neck
I keep it close but still outside
this is my explanation
All my stories are about the same things
I find so many beds for them
I find this package of tiny lamps
and it makes a firey ring
A box of love and sex and reflection
its got my face and hands
the lonely is yellow and old
watch the cold around my bed
All my stories are about the same things
I find so many beds for them
I find this package of tiny lamps
and it makes a firey ring

The Gourds - Letras

• (the new way of) Grievin' & Smokin'
• Bean Bowl
• Boil My Strings
• Caledonia
• Clear night
• Cold Bed
• Coppermine
• County Orange
• Dark and true
• Dooley
• Dying of the pines
• El paso
• Fine Leather Truck
• Flamenco Cabaret
• Gangsta Lean
• Ghosts Of Hallelujah
• Gin and Juice
• High Highs e Low Lows
• Honduras
• I Like Drinking
• January 6
• Jesus Christ With Signs Following
• Ladies Choice
• Lowlands
• Meat Off The Bone
• Money Honey
• My Time, Yer Time
• Pair Of Goats
• Pickles
• Pill Bug Blues
• Plaid Coat
• Rugged Roses
• Son Of Burn
• Sweet Lil Lub
• Tearbox
• The Flat Baritone
• Trampled By The Sun
• Up On High
• Waterbag
• Web Before You Walk Into It
• When The Money Comes Rolling In
• When Wine Was Cheap
• Ziggy Stardust