Pillows Good Morning Good News
Have you noticed? This ship swaying in despair is slipping bit by bit to a sea of recovery.
I put my hand to my heart, asking "How many times?" This wind I feel is everything, a melody I can believe in.
I'll surely start to cry without any reason. I'll aim for the dazzling sky with you, and a blank shot will ring out.
Now, the pain of the day that I ran from will begin to leave my heart.
I noticed it; In this dark despair, though it's as small as the eye of a needle, this hope is as bright as the sun.
This curtain in my heart is something that I chose by myself. If I were worried about it, I'd tear it off in an instant without caring.
Now, the pain of the day that I ran from will begin to leave my heart.
To this self that I'm still not used to I want to gamble it all.
Have you noticed? This ship swaying in despair is slipping bit by bit to a sea of recovery.