Ballad in My Bed

I’m gonna write you a song
You’re on the tip of my tongue
There’s nothing to protect you with legs around my neck
Writing the lines on your palms
You gotta tell me when it’s wrong
Sometimes you’re with me, sometimes you’re gone
You’re harbouring the pain without calling it by name
Yours is the side I’m on
I’m gonna write you a song
You’re on the tip of my tongue
There’s nothing to protect you with legs around my neck
Yours is the side I’m on
We inherited a sin
We’re gonna live out in the wind
Every three years gotta go
Doesn’t matter where it blows
So long as you’re with me then
I’m gonna write you a song
You’re on the tip of my tongue
There’s nothing to protect you with legs around my neck
Tattooed the lines on your palms
It’s been a hard luck afternoon
You’ve been buried in a tomb
Roll that rock away, drag the night into the day
I love you, my only truth
I’m gonna write you a song
You’re on the tip of my tongue
There’s nothing to protect you with legs around my neck
Tattooed the lines on your palms
I never wanted to neglect the ballad in my bed
Writing the lines on your palms