Текст Clare Bowen – All The Beds I’ve Made

Of all the beds I’ve made
This one’s the hardest to leave
Oh, the world is cold out there
Without your arms around me

And there’s no wrong side to get up on
No ghosts keeping me awake
Honey this love’s gonna make up
For all the beds I’ve made

Of all the beds I’ve made
I’ve messed up a few
Lives tangled up like sheets
All sorts of shades of blue
And I’ve lined them so long
Thought I would never move
But I tossed and turned around
And I found my way to you

But there’s no wrong side to get up on
No ghosts keeping me awake
Honey this love’s gonna make up
For all the beds I’ve made

Felt like a lifetime
Bad dreams come true
I’d leave it all over
To wake up with you

There’s no wrong side to get up on
No ghosts keeping me awake