Below the pillow

That pale white cushion

Never kept its word

It was always busy hiding

Hiding you know what?

I kept warning, warning in and out

It must have heard us through

While our talking was on

On that pale white cushion

I have lost my faith

It always kept hiding.

Hiding, our secret

I kept shouting, please can you stop

It will hear us talking,

Our secret pillow talk.