In my room I own a pillow where I make arrests
It's a shame I wonder if this stain can cause a mess
Ah, outside the spell is broke
I speak until I find out whom I was
Had a picture but I can't prove it
Made of elastic, it wasn't lasting
Mother and baby, it was a windshield
Round and round I run the circuit of my own caress
With my hands I make amends and don't mention the rest of them
Ah, how now I understand that
Time is just the thing I haven't done
But I miss my picture
But I can't prove it
Made of elastic, it wasn't lasting
Mother and baby went through a windshield
In my room I own a pillow where I make a rest
It's a shame I wondered if this stain can cause a mess
Ah, outside I underestimate amounts of all that's well and good
Good