Pillows The Scars Whispers Nobody Is In Paradise
That was a cold winter morning
My sigh became a letter
to knock on your window
The town is far but the noises are close
You're as you ought to be with no reaction
The words are like sounds
Ah, today again, I am blown
by the wind of blooming emotions
Ah, my heart is tearing apart quietly
The scar is light and the memory is deep
I got a new mark on me
I'll show it to you someday
Ah, tomorrow again, I'll be blown
by the wind of blooming emotions
Ah, I'll wake with my wornout self
I came to realize there are unhealed wounds,
un-cooling love
and the light never goes out
I'm sure I'll be here forever
