Testo di Mellow Pillow

They know the art of screaming pillows Scaring stiff the feathers inside They have blessed the ones they wanted to curse And made the pillow muffle more noises Iron men rusting from inside whis tears Mellow women with dried - out faces Thinking of their loneliness together It does become smaller when shared , doesn't it ? The drowsy pillow soaked with worries Longing back to the days of the Ancient pillow wars Dissect it and the worries Will blow off whith the downs