Feathers
Your voice soft as a down feather
Making polyphonic proses
The wind blows all your words together
A story of white roses
I reach towards a clever face
I scowl and squint my eyes
This ain't no real face
A liberal illusion
Bring some feathers for me now
'Cause I am falling
Guilt strikes back
Take me where the light is now
My words are weapons and you are a mirror
I believe all of your sayings
But I can only count on mine
This ain't no world for prayers
We all have vicious minds
I like being in the silence
A moment to realize
That I can't fix you this time
Bring some feathers for me now
'Cause I am falling
Guilt strikes back
Take me where the light is now
My words are weapons and you are a mirror
You are a mirror
You are a mirror
Bring some feathers for me
'Cause I am falling
Take me where the light is
My words are weapons and you are a mirror, a mirror
You are a mirror
