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Ah, dead feathers, tied to a dreamcatcher |
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That hangs down from a midwest moon |
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As smoke rolls, out of the windows |
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Of my heart into the sky |
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Where falling stars disappear |
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It's an old, lonely city |
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We brush our teeth to the sound of sirens |
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An illusion of safety |
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A harpsichord on a gravel road |
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My heart's on fire but my hands are cold |
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We tremble in the bow echo |
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So much beauty and kindness |
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In the world it makes me cry |
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I beg of you, your Highness |
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Please show mercy on the tender ones |
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In the low and lonesome glow |
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We tremble in the bow echo |
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We lay awake in the dark so gold |
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We worry all the night |
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We hurry away the days |
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Through the frugalness |
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We go... |
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We tremble in the bow echo |
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We lay awake in the dark so gold |
