UB40 - The Pillow

[00:09.74] A smile for every passing car [00:13.58] And when they stop with door ajar [00:16.45] She shrugs and whispers que sera [00:18.36] And turns her thoughts to the pillow [00:25.24] Her face is etched with memories [00:27.23] She finds now joy amid the sleaze [00:30.16] It's hard when you've been paid to please [00:33.05] So she turns her thoughts to the pillow [00:37.94] (Chorus) [00:38.77] Daylight comes she rests her head [00:41.74] The beauty of an empty bed [00:44.58] She dreams of happy days instead [00:47.61] Of brooding on to-morrow [00:55.45] She swapped her dreams of shining knights [00:58.35] For pushers, bars and money fights [01:01.25] For nameless faces in red light [01:04.25] So she turns her head to the pillow [01:10.04] Those black eyes don't hurt any more [01:12.05] She's heard the jokes and jibes before [01:15.04] She's felt the long arm of the law [01:17.94] So she turns her head to the pillow [01:22.87] (Chorus) [01:23.87] Daylight comes ... [01:41.45] Takeing drugs was not for fun [01:43.36] It made her feel like going on [01:46.27] But now she hurts when it's all gone [01:49.23] And she turns her head to the pillow [01:55.06] She take a blade and breaks her skin [02:00.85] Sweet life force flows from within [02:02.86] The white clouds in her head grow dim [02:05.85] And she turns her head to the pillow [02:11.69] (Chorus) [02:12.65] Sunlight creeps across her head [02:14.65] Pale beauty in a crimson bed [02:17.54] No dreams of happy days ahead [02:20.55] She'll have no more tomorrows [02:59.55]