Every minute, every day, burn my bed and I might stay Comb my hair flat in the bath, the bath I ran for you Leave the message in the snow, feeling good but got to go Diet pills might work for you, but they don't work for me
Roll on, on Roll on, on Sweet green bed Sweet green bed Sweet green bed Sweet green bed
I kissed you on crumpled sheets, bullet clothed, perhaps we'll meet Feeling good but aging quicker than the clocks that chime Every minute, every day, burn my bed and I might stay Comb my hair flat in the bath, the bath I ran for you
Roll on, on Roll on, on Sweet green bed Sweet green bed Sweet green bed Sweet green bed
