Passport on My Pillow

[ Lyrics ]

Passport on my pillow, dreams across the sea.

Jet-lag hum on my skin, moonlight through the blinds,
last call echoes in my head but my heart’s still on rewind.
You texted 'safe flight' like it means something real,
but I’m halfway to Seoul while you’re stuck in last week’s feel.
My suitcase breathes your name, perfume on a blouse,
but I wore it once and left it tangled in a cloud.
This life’s a movie scene, champagne and velvet lies,
I play the part so well, forgot what home feels like.

I trace the route on my hand, seven cities in a row,
but every 'arrived' just feels like another place to go.
No pause button, no rewind—
just me and time and a heart untied.

Passport on my pillow, dreams across the sea,
waking up beside a ghost of who I used to be.
Passport on my pillow, miles in my veins,
living out a fantasy but feeling all the same.

I kissed a stranger in a cab, tasted like Tokyo rain,
felt something warm for half a flight, then it slipped like sand again.
Checked into Room 217, same tune, different view,
bought silk pajamas just to sleep in silence twice with you.
My mom called yesterday, said I sound thin and far,
maybe I need roots, not wings, maybe I’ve gone too far.
But the runway lights still call, like stars I’m meant to chase,
even when my bones feel hollow, even when I can’t pace.

One day I’ll lay this crown down, trade the sky for solid ground,
but tonight the jetstream sings and I’m lost in its sound.
No regrets, just questions left—
whose arms am I trying to forget?

I dream in time zones,
wake up in code.
Love in flashes,
but I travel alone.
You said I’m too much, said I’m too free—
maybe I’m just learning how to be.

Passport on my pillow, dreams across the sea,
waking up beside a ghost of who I used to be.
Passport on my pillow, miles in my veins,
living out a fantasy but feeling all the same.
Passport on my pillow… 

dreams across the sea… 

Passport on my pillow… 
and me… still moving.