Woke up this morning in a bed, in a bed of fire
People and buildings in my head burning there tonight
Tonight as I lay sleeping, I try to hold your hand
One eye open and dreaming that this city is on fire
Tell me sweet things in the middle of the night, it's the middle of the night
Open my window and the room is filled, filled with burning light
Tonight as I lay sleeping, I try to hold your hand
One eye open and dreaming that this city is on fire
Woke up this morning in a bed, in a bed of fire
People and buildings in my head burning there tonight
Tonight as I lay sleeping, I try to hold your hand
One eye open and dreaming that this city is on fire
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