Bedroom Scene
Greg Gilbert
Underneath the table for shade,
I leave you to the living again
Arabesque a flowery grave,
I watch a real star winning
Over this twilight, shouting at Jesus
Absolute closeness, could be beneath us
(if you)
Lose yourself through touch
Lose yourself in Love
It leaves me nothing to know
just a stationary role
(in your) Bedroom scene
Maybe what I'm trying to say is
I lost you in translation
To lover from the hand of a friend
Too much too hard to mention
(so don't)
Lose yourself through touch