Mellow Pillow Songtext
von Tactile Gemma

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