I toss and I turn inside my bed
Fighting the wars of a modern man
Tell me what you're thinking
I give into everything I feel
Pretending the lust is something real
Tell me what you're thinking
My son I long for you to live
I built this bed with my own hands
Why are you falling to the sands
Into the grave that I once left
I've built this bed with my own hands
So you can rest and grow in it
You molded me to be a better man
I swear I'll try to learn
Cause she's the only thing I wanted
Tell me what you're thinking
Tell me what you're thinking