A Mattress in France
Dust off the lonely pillowcase
That hasn’t been slept on for days
My fingertips ache in desperation
As the guitar strings make a song about dying
Let’s just take a nap, just once
And forget about what it’s like
To care, to think, to dream, to die
Alone in our sleep tonight
Everything is nothing
Watch the windows for what’s outside
My irrational fear of the dark sets in
To sleep, to sleep perchance to dream
But I seem to lack in both
The sheets are frayed
And my expression blank
In the reflection of your hopeful eyes
If I could only be
Everything or something
I’ll work on my smiling façade
As you caress my arm and watch
The goosebumps form under the skin
The pillow knows how it goes
And lays still under the weight of the night
I’ll forget about this
Along with the others, in time, I swear
You don’t have to mean something
Nothing means everything…
…In this world of broken dreams
Where children dance on pillowtops
And lovers make their beds
Where everything is everything
And I can rest my head
That hasn’t been slept on for days
My fingertips ache in desperation
As the guitar strings make a song about dying
Let’s just take a nap, just once
And forget about what it’s like
To care, to think, to dream, to die
Alone in our sleep tonight
Everything is nothing
Watch the windows for what’s outside
My irrational fear of the dark sets in
To sleep, to sleep perchance to dream
But I seem to lack in both
The sheets are frayed
And my expression blank
In the reflection of your hopeful eyes
If I could only be
Everything or something
I’ll work on my smiling façade
As you caress my arm and watch
The goosebumps form under the skin
The pillow knows how it goes
And lays still under the weight of the night
I’ll forget about this
Along with the others, in time, I swear
You don’t have to mean something
Nothing means everything…
…In this world of broken dreams
Where children dance on pillowtops
And lovers make their beds
Where everything is everything
And I can rest my head