Pillows That House
Little by little I'm being whittled away Someday there'll be nothing left I want to spend my days on top of a hill Twilight blurs the lights Of the city and the fading sky It's absolutely beautiful
You're crying again today In your hiding place Waiting for me to come and pick the lock
I open up my umbrella that clears away rainy days I want to walk With my memories of kindness Along the road lined with sunflowers Hello, how are you? It's wet and beautiful
I'm crying again today In my hiding place Waiting for him to come and pick the lock
He's crying again today In his hiding place Waiting for you to come and pick the lock
