- Votes:
- Composers:
- Patrick James Steward
- Craig William A Northey
- Steven Drake
- Douglas Robert Elliott
 
- Tags:
- win
 
- See also:
Odds - Break The Bed lyrics
I live under a giant cloud
 Well its my shield, and its my shroud
 At home on the range, but alone in the crowd
 I plug my ears when it gets too loud, yah
 So get that kinky noise out on the stage
 With your spinnin curls in a purple rage
 The sun in our eyes, and a burning sage
 Youre all alone then you turn the page
 Could it be? Yah it could be
 Could it be? That youre for me, yah
 Im lookin right to your head
 And talkin to you seems to wake the dead
 But right now you just said
 I think were gonna break the bed
 Odds - Break The Bed - http://motolyrics.com/odds/break-the-bed-lyrics.html
 Hands in the air and knees on the ground
 Dont be suprised if I fall around
 We were over the water, when the plane went went
 I was over my head and you let me drown
 Could it be? Yah it could be
 Could it be? That youre for me, yah
 Im lookin right to your head
 And talkin to you seems to wake the dead
 But right now you just said
 I think were gonna break the bed
 Im lookin right to your head
 And talkin to you seems to wake the dead
 But right now you just said
 I think were gonna break the bed
 I think were gonna break the bed












