My pillow

Three cousins boxed up tightly
Look out below
The one's avoiding sleep and craving the glow
So low

Solo magic majesty
This is not your tragedy

Now that we are older
We all still know
So don't regret the harvest
Regret the sow
So low

Solo magic majesty
This is not your tragedy

Lit up and lit my pillow
You can say you wanted everything you got
Lit up and lit my head up
We will never ever speak of this again

When it is all around you
And it is so
So low