We get up every mornin' and we sit at separate walls And the closet thing to touching you is our pa**ing in the hall 'Cause another day of pride brings another night of war Chorus: We've turned our bedroom into a battleground Whatever came between us has turned our world around This old tear stained bed cries out to lay our armor down We've turned our bedroom into a battleground
That old closets full of weapons that you slip into each night And our velvet spreads a battle flag when you turn off the lights And angry words explode like shells and neither side will? But when we walk into our bedroom, it's battleground again Chorus And this old tear stained bed cries out to lay our armor down We've turned our bedroom into a battleground