| Song | The Pillow |
| Artist | UB40 |
| Album | Geffery Morgan |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brown, Campbell, Campbell ... | |
| Lyrics:Ub40 Music:Ub40 | |
| 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 tomorrow | |
| 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 ..... Etc | |
| Taking drugs was not for fun | |
| It made her feel like going on | |
| But now she hurts when its 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 |
| zuo ci : Brown, Campbell, Campbell ... | |
| Lyrics: Ub40 Music: Ub40 | |
| 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 tomorrow | |
| 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 ..... Etc | |
| Taking drugs was not for fun | |
| It made her feel like going on | |
| But now she hurts when its 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 |
| zuò cí : Brown, Campbell, Campbell ... | |
| Lyrics: Ub40 Music: Ub40 | |
| 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 tomorrow | |
| 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 ..... Etc | |
| Taking drugs was not for fun | |
| It made her feel like going on | |
| But now she hurts when its 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 |