Woorden: Pink Floyd. A Pillow of Winds.

A cloud of eider down
Draws around me softening the sound
Sleepy time in my life
With my love by my side
And she's breathing low
And the candle dies.

When night comes down you lock the door
The book falls to the floor
As darkness falls and waves roll by
The seasons change
The wind is raw.

Now wakes the hour that sleeps the swan
Behold a dream, the dream is gone
Green fields
A cold rain is falling