Bedroom Battleground - Gary Stewart

We get up every mornin' and we sit at separate walls

And the closet thing to touching you is our passing in the hall

'Cause another day of pride brings another night of war

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

And this old tear stained bed cries out to lay our armor down

We’ve turned our bedroom into a battleground