Cold side of the pillow

If you can t deal with pressure Of darkness in your room And thoughts are spinnig in your head Trying to bring you to the moon The sounds are dancing around you Or it s just a trick of your brain You hear this beat going It s just a pulse in your vein Chorus: Your head in a mess, And you drowning with stress But your dream will be bright You ll be swimming in light Sometimes you was wrong, And sometimes you was right But now just relax And turn your pillow to the cold side You start to dive in you memories You try to find your spot Your mind draw incredible paintings Where time seems to be stopped The stars are gleamming so crazy The clocks are ticking so loud And out of blue there s a question What was I thinking about Chorus: