The mortal song

Beds are boring,
Coz they show the same ceiling
Day in day out, the same texture
Sinking you back to the days of yore

You lie in oblivion
Counting days, something serious broken
Body in shatters, mentally shaken
Waiting for thy kingdom come

Beds are boring,
Coz they show the same ceiling
Day in day out, the same texture
Sinking you back to the days of yore

You reminisce all your past peevings,
So significant and then, so unnerving
Of course we all fight our ghosts
Those maleficent unwarranted guests

Beds are boring,
Coz they show the same ceiling
Day in day out, the same texture
Sinking you back to the days of yore

How silly it seemed,
Orectic desires, those things material
the yen, the wistful, all seems a trifle
when you are all, but doomed

Beds are boring,
Coz they show the same ceiling
Day in day out, the same texture
Sinking you back to the days of yore

Would you give a pinkie,
For dollars, zillions and countless,
How much will you yearn,
For the kiss of the morning sun

Beds are boring,
Coz they show the same ceiling
Day in day out, the same texture
Sinking you back to the days of yore