Soft Pillows and Water Fountains

I am dying a slow death
You are drawing a pale breath

Pieces of my heart, Pieces of my soul
Have passed their prime, they have run their course

Singers sing in churches, strippers strip in lurches
Children play in courtyards, drinkers drink in big bars

It's raining, like never before
It's raining inside my soul

Open the windows, close my eyes
It's time to fly, heavenly blue skies

These pillows have never felt so soft
These pillows have never felt so soft