Bedroom Waltz Lyrics

In love with an addict

He works fighting fires

He gets paid in forgiveness

And he never gets tired

Tripping on our feet till our hands almost meet and then turn back

To running in circles

We fall over hurdles

Talking in our sleep but forgetting what we said when we wake up

We're almost at take off

We're almost at take off

A bedroom waltz

You smoke smelling salts

It's no one's fault

But it's sort of your fault

I think I've just had it

For the last time

I'll take every bad hit

And I swear that he's fine

I'm fanning the flames

And watching them grow

Just two cups of coffee

And back to the show

Tripping on our feet till our hands almost meet and then turn back

To running in circles

We fall over hurdles

Talking in our sleep but forgetting what we said when we wake up

We're almost at take off

We're almost at take off

A bedroom waltz

You smoke smelling salts

It's no one's fault

But it's sort of your fault

A bedroom waltz

You smoke smelling salts

It's no one's fault

But it's sort of your fault

Keep your head up

Reap what you sow

Everything good ends

Keep your head up

Reap what you sow

Everything good ends

Keep your head up

Reap what you sow

Everything good ends

Keep your head up

Reap what you sow

Everything good ends

Keep your head up

Reap what you sow

Everything good ends

Keep your head up

Reap what you sow

Everything good ends