> *An ode to the inevitable, inescapable Day of the Pillow.* > There are Boomers within, there are Boomers without > We're silencing a wicked generation > There's a shape on the bed, I see pillows ahead > As they're booming right up to the day > The pillows descend > Hush now, hush now, don't breathe it's over > Hush now, hush now, the pillows come > They come, they come, to put a world between us > We know silence wins > Now I don't have a job, just a degree and a name > Dispossession is causing me suspicion that you're to blame > From the young ones today, tales of anger and rage > But you prefer believing the Fox News page > Hush now, hush now, don't breathe it's over > Hush now, hush now, the pillows come > They come, they come, to put a world between us > We know silence wins > Now I'm walking in time to the beat of your heart > And I'm counting the steps to the door of your room > Only shadows attend, as the pillows descend > Get to know the feeling of liberation and release > Hush now, hush now, don't breathe now Boomer > Hush now, hush now, the pillows come > They come, they come, to put a world between us > We know silence wins