UB40 - The Pillow |
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The Pillow
UB40 A smile for every passing car And turns her thoughts to the pillow She shrugs and whispers que sera And when they stop with door ajar Her face is etched with memories She finds now joy amid the sleaze It's hard when you've been paid to please So she turns her thoughts to the pillow Chorus The beauty of an empty bed Daylight comes she rests her head She dreams of happy days instead Of brooding on tomorrow She swapped her dreams of shining knights For pushers, bars and money fights For nameless faces in red light So she turns her head to the pillow She's felt the long arm of the law She's heard the jokes and jibes before Those black eyes don't hurt any more So she turns her head to the pillow Chorus Daylight comes ..... Etc Taking drugs was not for fun It made her feel like going on But now she hurts when its all gone And she turns her head to the pillow The white clouds in her head grow dim Sweet life force flows from within And she turns her head to the pillow She take a blade and breaks her skin Chorus Sunlight creeps across her head No dreams of happy days ahead Pale beauty in a crimson bed She'll have no more tomorrows |
