Rest Your Head

staring at the papers

troubled by the news

skies becoming greyer

it's easy to be confused

chatting with the neighbours

dealing with the blues

leaves drop their colour

talking through taboos

rest your head on my shoulder

close your eyes 'till the morning light

our world 's becoming colder

there's warmth in the night

stand before the mirror

are you troubled by the view

we're all getting older

it's easy to be confused

our time line's getting thinner

but it's easier to choose

the mind is getting clearer

when talking through taboos

rest your head on my shoulder

close your eyes 'till the morning light

our world 's becoming colder

there's warmth in the night

rest your head