| Come back to bed, hang up the telephone
|
| Lay your sweet head in my arms
|
| The sun peeks through those blinds
|
| And we talked right through the night
|
| Won’t you have a drink with me
|
| I’ve never done this sort of thing
|
| And by your eyes baby, neither have you
|
| But if you help me I’ll help you
|
| This stays between me and you
|
| The broken pieces of a bigger lie
|
| And the blood is on both our hands
|
| Rosebud, I know you want to take it slow
|
| But when can I see you again
|
| Under the glow of an antique lamp
|
| You stole my breath away
|
| And the only witness was a muted TV screen
|
| Those sunset lips, glowing red and warm to the touch
|
| For a moment I was lost
|
| Rosebud I know you want to take it slow
|
| But when can I see you again
|
| The highway starts to sing
|
| The city turns on it’s lights
|
| And a new day has begun
|
| You put that blue dress on
|
| A breath of air for a feeble heart
|
| Then a kiss and you’re gone
|
| Rosebud I know where you want to go
|
| So when can I see you again |