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