Pillow

歌詞

What does the dove see, There at the window? A man and woman furious. That picture on the wall. A bluebird in a tree. Something here is not resolved. Time is a crashing thing. That's what the old book says. One day you'll be a saint. I better make my bid. I know the ink is dry. I know they do not lie. I better make my bid. You are remembered well, Putting on your overcoat in June. Slipping off that old corsage; It's nothing, really, nothing... What does the dove see, There at the window? Two people fast asleep. Oh, you were such a clown, Out on the balcony. Time is a stupid thing. That's what you read to me. Watching the birdies fly, You whispered, "I could die," As I recall; it's really nothing. Some things are mot resolved. A picture on a wall. A bluebird in a tree. A bluebird in a tree. You are remembered well, Putting on your overcoat in June. Slipping off that old corsage; It's nothing, really, nothing... What does the dove see, There at the window? These pains are very hard.