My pillow seems so comfertable at night,
Trying to fill me with dreams to make me think it's alright.
But when morning comes it's not my neck but heart that does ache,
I know what pillow talk is  but whats at stake.

The more we dream,
It's that we lost reality it would seem.
It's not ever been that I dont care,
But in the morning i cant find these dreams anywhere.

I didnt pick my pillow because i didnt like how it looked,
It's my pillow above all that gives me sanity not my brain cooked.
I know there have been pillows in the past,
But i picked my pillow because i knew you would last.

So it truly is time to decide,
Do you think i'm one of the shopers who lied,
Or the one person you were made for all along,
Tonight again we dream but together how could we go wrong.

Goodnight babe i love you....