A Bird and It's Feathers
With our hands weaved together.
We'll stand in tangled medicine. Forever.
Another otherness belongs to us again.
We're blossoming. (Blossom skin.)
The whisper cries a name.
The mystery. The flame.
We walked.
Our heels clipped the ground.
We slipped and surrounded each other.
Lost in bliss and it's boundless wonder.
The heart knew nothing of itself.
A wealth of ignorance took the helm.
That kind of bliss will never help.
Now it sings, it sings a song of health.
A love like new.
Now in darkness, we overwhelm.
Another otherness belongs to us again.
The whisper cries a name.
The mystery. The flame.
The flame found it's form in the shape of you.
The shape of you.
A love like new.
Writer/s: Andrew Gillan, Daniel Olds, Joshua Mckeown, Joshua Redrup, Samuel Rondeau-Smith
