I thought of you in blue and red
I thought of you when you were playing
I thought of you in my bed
You were there, bound and chained
I thought of you there next to me
Wearing your pretty face
I thought of everything you could be
Sleeping in the devil's bed
I looked at you when lights were low
And I payed for what I had
I looked at you way down below
Till I felt I was going mad
I think of you when I tell myself
And the fever rises high
I think of you and I get what's comin'
Sleeping in the devil's bed
Writer(s): Daniel Roland Lanois
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