Foldaway Bed

Foldaway Bed Suzan Stroud

Verse 1
You can’t see my soft side
You’ve just got the wall
Pull the handle
Watch me open and fall

Verse 2
I watch you touch me
You watch me yourself
I watch you find
Something I’ve never felt

Tr. Bridge
My lips stop kissing words
My hands stop holding keys
I’ve got nothing left
You can’t already see

Chorus
I’m nothing but a foldaway bed
I’m nothing showing or nothing hid
I’m nothing but a foldaway bed
I’m a place to lay your head
Or your hand
Or any pleasure I can stand

Verse 3
I can’t see your soft side
I’ve just got the wall
But it seems a little late
For me to fold up now

Tr Bridge
My lips stop kissing words
My hands stop holding keys
I’ve got nothing left
You can’t already see

Chorus
I’m nothing but a foldaway bed
I’m nothing showing or nothing hid
I’m nothing but a foldaway bed
I’m a place to lay your head
Or your hand
Or any pleasure I can stand

Bridge
I’m confused by my house ware heritage
When my shoulders fold inward
Like the card table legs in the basement by the baby carriage
Shivers shake through me and I’m somewhere
I could never take me

Chorus
I’m nothing but a foldaway bed
I’m nothing showing or nothing hid
I’m nothing but a foldaway bed
I’m a place to lay your head
Or your hand
Or any pleasure I can stand