Feathers And Knives Lyrics

Superstitions Of The Sky Feathers And Knives

A feather in flight weightless against the wind floats
until it lands on your windowsill. I stare out in the
distance and long to be taken away by the moonlights, and
the breezes, and your cold hands. A knife on the counter
weightless against my wrist. Your sullen eyes looked into
mine and said those last few words. It's a shame I woke
up because dreaming was never quite the same without you.