Letras:
Skin You Made Your Bed

it's my turn to tell you You can't keep turning to me When she ain't coming home You can't keep flirting with me You've made your bed Go lie in it

your breath as I helped you get it in The rush of your lips, the feel of your name The beat in your heart, the devil's arcade You said "Heroes are needed

bed (I) dance the fire-dance we made up with no fear, shake your tears shake them off your skin... as I step outside your gate you?re the freezing star

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There?s nothin? you can?t do Now you?re in New York (new york!) These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you

yuor spirit I can hear it like a jilted crowd Gloria, where are you Gloria You found a home In all your scars and ammunition You made your bed in salad

close, and you've written what you've written, you said it, that's it. What will you look to be? What about it, mister, when you've had your last beer. You

Newww Yooorrrkkkk, concret jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do out of Neww Yooorrrrkkk These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you

head And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed And no matter how you try you just can't say it And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget

Let the stains remind you You thought you made a man You better think again Before my role defines you (chorus) Nail in my hand From my creator You