Cold Bed Lyrics - Singles - Gourds

The cold tonight seems more anxious to talk 

Than he has seemed in nights before 

Skinless face and yellow heart, he 

Hesitates and I wait 

All my stories are about the same things 

I find so many beds for them 

I find this package of tiny lamps 

And it makes a firey ring 

Right now is the reason I carry this jewel 

Everywhere round my neck 

I keep it close but still outside 

This is my explanation 

All my stories are about the same things 

I find so many beds for them 

I find this package of tiny lamps 

And it makes a firey ring 

A box of love and sex and reflection 

Its got my face and hands 

The lonely is yellow and old 

Watch the cold around my bed 

All my stories are about the same things 

I find so many beds for them 

I find this package of tiny lamps 

And it makes a firey ring