Pines (The)
Dead Feathers
Ah, dead feathers, tied to a dreamcatcherThat hangs down from a midwest moonAs smoke rolls, out of the windowsOf my heart into the skyWhere falling stars disappearIt's an old, lonely cityWe brush our teeth to the sound of sirensAn illusion of safetyA harpsichord on a gravel roadAnd my heart's on fire but my hands are coldAnd we tremble in the bow echoSo much beauty and kindnessIn the world it makes me cryAnd I beg of you, your HighnessPlease show mercy on the tender onesIn the low and lonesome glowAnd we tremble in the bow echoAnd we lay awake in the dark so goldWe worry all the nightAnd we hurry away the daysSongtexteThrough the frugalnessWe goAnd we tremble in the bow echoAnd we lay awake in the dark so gold
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