Pillow Lyrics

Head is on the pillow, pillow is on the bed
The bed holds the man on which you're walking round the edge
And hold my hand so I don't tumble down the side
Like humpty-dumpty did
Break my shallow, watch my heart
hit the floor on some other shit

I like it when you wear your hair
all wrapped up in a cloth
I'm sure there's a proper term
But i don't know what it's called
you've always been more cultured than me
I'll do the usual maneuver
head back my over my feet until i look suitable

I know you hope or think or pray
That one day I could pay for dinner
With my own money
But you'd be wrong, just like you always are

I used to dream that you and me
could lose the keys and shoot the breeze
For two to three hours without having to fly the coup and leave

strech my arms out, knuckles up and palms down
And flap my fucking wings to the rythm of every song out
Until they finally break apart and from out that limo
When i could put the feathers back into my pillow

c:
It's been a long time
You don't look a day over me
You don't look a day over nineteen
You don't look like a stranger to me
(But, you know... who knows)

Head is on the ground, ground's above the sewers
in Paris where all the pigeons fly to me like i'm america
put my hands up in the sky to tell 'em the that i'm innocentSpoonfull - Pillow - http://motolyrics.com/spoonfull/pillow-lyrics.html
either shoot me down or give me ground for what my sinners is

Yeah, I like it when you tell me I'm a criminal
Say it loud so all the lady prison guards can hear it too
put the gun back in the holsters and run
tell all of 'em my that's just a god that sits under the sun
and hits you right back when you feel like something was done
To make it work but you'd be wrong again
just like you always are

I probably shouldn't never turned aroud and waved goodbye again
should've played the role of possum until i could die again
hi again, it's me i taught you how to hate
i taught you how to choke without taking food off your plate

You taught me if I toss the fish in line
into the lake enough times
something's gonna take the bait
and look what happened

you get mad at me around the time i get mad at myself
an the fact that my brain is scattered all around the me doesn't help
I'm never crying over spilled beans find the dust pan and sweep it up,
put into a grinder, brew and drink it up

it's kinda like coffee if you take the time to make it right
drink too much too long and it could keep you wide awake at night

After way to many bottles thrown at the cobblestones
i'm just gonna hobble home and tell you that i'm sorry
too drunk to know the meaning but i know that it's true
Especially when i could bald it up and throw it at you

It's been a long time
You don't look a day over me
You don't look a day over nineteen
You don't look like a stranger to me
But it's been a long time
you don't look a day over me