Want a better time want a better car want a better this want a better that, want a better lover who will not talk back. What am I to say that won’t fall away that won’t hide the day like some silly maze into a foggy haze. You want some sweeter candy wrapped.
How about love? Sure you’re not pretending? How about faith? Are you sure you sure you’re not offended? How about a bed of roses?
In your spare time you’re turning on a dime. You need to get a life, you need a little rest. Wanna hope to guess just when your fate was cast?
You got it really rough; I mean it’s really tough. Somebody called your bluff said something off the cuff. The antidote was just a phone call away.
How about love? Sure you’re not pretending? How about faith? Are you sure you sure you’re not offended? How about a bed of roses?
It’s all about me what if I fall? Who will I call? Staring at the walls, running down the halls of my bad memories.
Want a better scene, wanna better dream, standing in between. Locked into a box, fire up the vox and let the motor scream.
How about love? Sure you’re not pretending? How about faith? Are you sure you sure you’re not offended? How about a bed of roses?
The doors wide open if you think that you can fly. The conductor he walks in on the sly. He sees too much, you haven’t seen enough.
How about a bed of roses? How about a bed of roses? How about a bed of roses? Yeah yeah, yeah.