| I’ve been lying on a bed of coals
|
| I’ve been crying out of control
|
| I roll and I tumble
|
| Every time I come down
|
| I’m too old to die young
|
| And too young to die now
|
| I’ve been sleeping on a bed of nails
|
| I’ve been bleeding, it never fails
|
| I feel every needle
|
| That pierced through my heart
|
| I’m too old to die young
|
| And I can’t play the part
|
| Bed of coals, bed of nails
|
| Through the smoke, behind the veils
|
| Bed of coals, bed of nails
|
| Through the smoke, behind the veils
|
| I’ve been lying on a bed of stone
|
| I’ve been dying all alone
|
| I pray for the power
|
| To turn it around
|
| I’m too old to die young
|
| And too young to die now
|
| Bed of coals, bed of nails
|
| Through the smoke, behind the veils
|
| Bed of coals, bed of nails
|
| Through the smoke, behind the veils
|
| Bed of coals, bed of nails
|
| Through the smoke, behind the veils
|
| Bed of coals, bed of nails
|
| Through the smoke, behind the veils
|
| Bed of coals, bed of nails
|
| Through the smoke, behind the veils
|
| Bed of coals, bed of nails
|
| Through the smoke, behind the veils |