Sleeping with a Gun Under My Pillow
Pushing through the topsoil, I'm blinking in the light
Shading my eyes from the morning sun
I just wish that I could still see the world sometimes
The way I saw the world when I was young
Sleeping with a gun, sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sometimes it gets lonely, being valiantly alone
Sometimes I wish I was there with you
I get sad just thinking of all the little things
I never ever had the heart to do
Sleeping with a gun, sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
If I looked out of a different window
Would the snow still fall as beautiful?
