Dead Feathers Lyrics

Ah, dead feathers, tied to a dreamcatcher
That hangs down from a midwest moon
As smoke rolls, out of the windows
Of my heart into the sky
Where falling stars disappear

It's an old, lonely city
We brush our teeth to the sound of sirens
An illusion of safety
A harpsichord on a gravel road
My heart's on fire but my hands are cold

We tremble in the bow echo

So much beauty and kindness In the world it makes me cry
I beg of you, your Highness
Please show mercy on the tender ones
In the low and lonesome glow

We tremble in the bow echo
We lay awake in the dark so gold

We worry all the night
We hurry away the days
Through the frugalness
We go…

We tremble in the bow echo
We lay awake in the dark so gold

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