The Color Between the Window and Pillow

I watch the sunrise, lean into the wheel I want to speak life, speak over the yield I watch the sunrise, lean into the wheel I want to speak life, sing over the yield And we sing the rhythm into the prism It's the color between the window and pillow And we sing the rhythm into the prism It's the color between the window and pillow I watch the sunrise, lean into the wheel I want to speak life, bring over the yield Bring me back, I'll never return Bring me back, I'll never return And we sing the rhythm into the prism It's the color between the window and pillow And we sing the rhythm into the prism It's the color between the window and pillow