A Space In The Bed

Okay Jason. Last song for a while. Tomorrow night, you WILL write something different. You know exactly what style you're thinking of. That's an order.

There's a space in the bed.

And a hole in my head.

Hot drinks, cold sinks,

Come lay with me instead.

My words are softly spoken,

But you're not coming back,

And I am all alone here,

But ready to attack.

You yet cast a shadow,

Upon the window pane,

I lie without your body,

Driving me insane.

Take you to the sky,

to the barbed wire,

The light shines off your glasses,

My soul is set afire.

We'll live under the sea, dear,

The waves will keep us free.

If you'll come back to me,

So come on back to me.

My legs are crossed,

My fingers too.

My heart is tossed,

Right after you.

Bound up in chains,

And cut in two,

There was a fire.

Burning for you.

My words are softly spoken,

And you're not coming here,

The bed is lying empty,

As if you disappeared.

The shadow is lifted,

You're in another room,

I lie here and hope that,

You'll come on over soon.