Robespierre - SAILING ON YOUR PILLOW Lyrics

Don't tell me what it is
Just show me what you do
Hit me and we'll fly high
Up to the moon we two
On a beautiful lie
I guess I'll follow you
Let's leave it all behind
And get into a transe
Two kids on the run
You know is our best chance
With every day of sun
The night is ours to dance
The last time I felt home
I was sailing on your pillow
Casting off for Rome
Smoking at your window
Down here the people sigh
While jesters sing along
You see a birdie die
And still you sing the song
You hear a baby cry
Cause it was born to fly
Now whisper sweet words
In my ears when you weep
Like the people who cheat
But let us wrinkle the sheets
The last time I felt home
I was sailing on your pillow
Casting of for Rome
Smoking at your window
Sleeping, calling, grooving
Dreaming, talking, sailing, falling
The last time I felt home
I was sailing on your pillow
Casting of for Rome
Smoking at your window
The last time I felt home
I was maybe sleeping
The last time I felt home
I was probably dreaming
The last time I felt home
I was sailing all alone
Dreaming of you pillow