Ex periments and tests have shown
We sleep sounder when alone
If unentangled then we lie
Then it's easier to kinda die
Although there's pulse
and shallow breath
Falling asleep's a kind of death
And I suppose death has its charms
When it's done in someone else's arms
You bet someone the reason why
is when you come you kinda die
An d who can say what you two did?
Made some whoopee for a kid
Bed's much more
than just one thing
It's garden, boat,
and boxing ring
It's desert island, mountaintop
It's cradle, grave, and fi nal stop
A bed of nails, a bed of coals
Pierce your skin, I'll sear your souls
A bed of greens, the ocean bed
Go to sleep, go unplayed dead
And we all love a lullaby
A little prayer before we die
And when we die, where do we go?
Is it up above or else down below?
It's back and forth or so it seems
If afterlife is like our dreams
Some say this life's a dream
And still I say real life begins in bed