Lana Del Rey - My Bedroom is a Sacred Place Now – There Are Children at the Foot of My Bed lyrics
Lana Del Rey [Elizabeth Woolridge Grant] New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lana Del Rey - My Bedroom is a Sacred Place Now – There Are Children at the Foot of My Bed lyrics]
Last year, when I wrote you my last letter
The beginning of my future poetry
I acknowledged who you really were for
The first time
I didn’t call you by any other name
I let you know that I knew
The true nature of your heart
That it was evil, and that it convinced me
That darkness was real
That the devil is a real devil
And that monsters don’t always
Know that they’re monsters
But projection is an amazing thing
After you left and burnt the house down
You tried to convince me that it was
I who was holding the matches
You told me that I didn’t know who I was
But I do i love rose gardens
I plant violets every time someone leaves me
I love the great sequoias of Yosemite
And if you asked my sister
To describe the first
Thing she thinks of when she thinks of me
She would say "camp fire smoke"
I’m gentle i’m funny when I’m drunk
But I haven’t been drunk for 14 years
I go on trips with my friends to the
Beach who don’t know that I’m crazy
I can do that i can do anything
Even leave you
Because my bedroom is a sacred
Place now that there
Are children at the end of my bed
Telling me stories about the friends
That they pretend to hate
That they will make up with later
And there are fresh cut flowers that I grew
Myself in vases from the yard on nightstands
Hand carved by old pals from Big Sur
And the longer I stay here
The more I am sure
But the more I step into becoming a poet
The less I will fall into being with you
The more I step into my poetry
The less I will fall into being with you
The more I step into my poetry
The less I will fall into bed with you
The beginning of my future poetry
I acknowledged who you really were for
The first time
I didn’t call you by any other name
I let you know that I knew
The true nature of your heart
That it was evil, and that it convinced me
That darkness was real
That the devil is a real devil
And that monsters don’t always
Know that they’re monsters
But projection is an amazing thing
After you left and burnt the house down
You tried to convince me that it was
I who was holding the matches
You told me that I didn’t know who I was
But I do i love rose gardens
I plant violets every time someone leaves me
I love the great sequoias of Yosemite
And if you asked my sister
To describe the first
Thing she thinks of when she thinks of me
She would say "camp fire smoke"
I’m gentle i’m funny when I’m drunk
But I haven’t been drunk for 14 years
I go on trips with my friends to the
Beach who don’t know that I’m crazy
I can do that i can do anything
Even leave you
Because my bedroom is a sacred
Place now that there
Are children at the end of my bed
Telling me stories about the friends
That they pretend to hate
That they will make up with later
And there are fresh cut flowers that I grew
Myself in vases from the yard on nightstands
Hand carved by old pals from Big Sur
And the longer I stay here
The more I am sure
But the more I step into becoming a poet
The less I will fall into being with you
The more I step into my poetry
The less I will fall into being with you
The more I step into my poetry
The less I will fall into bed with you