The Pillow

A smile for every passing car And when they stop with door ajar She shrugs and whispers que sera And turns her thoughts to the pillow Her face is etched with memories She finds now joy amid the sleaze It's hard when you've been paid to please So she turns her thoughts to the pillow (chorus) Daylight comes she rests her head The beauty of an empty bed She dreams of happy days instead Of brooding on to-morrow She swapped her dreams of shining knights For pushers, bars and money fights For nameless faces in red light So she turns her head to the pillow Those black eyes don't hurt any more She's heard the jokes and jibes before She's felt the long arm of the law So she turns her head to the pillow (chorus) Daylight comes ... Takeing drugs was not for fun It made her feel like going on But now she hurts when it's all gone And she turns her head to the pillow She take a blade and breaks her skin Sweet life force flows from within The white clouds in her head grow dim And she turns her head to the pillow (chorus) Sunlight creeps across her head Pale beauty in a crimson bed No dreams of happy days ahead She'll have no more tomorrows