Every minute, every day, burn my bed and I might stay
Comb my hair flat in the bath, the bath I ran for you
Leave the message in the snow, feeling good but got to go
Diet pills might work for you, but they don't work for me

Roll on, on
Roll on, on
Sweet green bed
Sweet green bed
Sweet green bed
Sweet green bed

I kissed you on crumpled sheets, bullet clothed, perhaps we'll meet
Feeling good but aging quicker than the clocks that chime
Every minute, every day, burn my bed and I might stay
Comb my hair flat in the bath, the bath I ran for you

Roll on, on
Roll on, on
Sweet green bed
Sweet green bed
Sweet green bed
Sweet green bed