Lyrics:

Under the pillow
I bury my head and try and shut Chicago out
As it turns out, there's a whole other world of sounds
Of perfect fifths, low skids, and Arctic howls

All saying, are you going through something?
Are you going through something?

Under the pillow, a little room to breathe
The early morning light's a pale cranberry
I hear the 'Aah-aah-aah', not 'Now-ow-ow'
Of a siren far away and closing steadily

Saying, are you going through something?
Are you going through something?
'Cause I, I, I am too

Under the pillow
I can hear you whispering, 'Are you going through something?'

Well, honey, are you going through something?
Are you going through something?
Then I, I, I am too
Then I, I, I am too
Then I, I, I am too