Feather Jaw Lyrics

Chris Bathgate Feather Jaw

It's the last lighted scene of a dreamy week
foggy, fearsome and dim
I twiddle my thumbs
at the rag I've become
and wait for the world within

And all I need, is the night as my stead
and a kiss to serve as my sheild
Cause comfort and ease on evenings like these
that turns all my poison to prose

Well its strange and divine
my hand on your spine,
and the secret that keeps
Me from sinning,
for each dreamy week
I'll jostle my drink and
Stumble to seraphim

Cause all I want is your feather jaw,
at rest on my shivering shoulder
Because its beautiful sights, that soften my eyes,
and my darling your one tonight