wearing feathers
'cause i could never see your eyes down
face and crown the way you feel
all those matters
it would be better to throw them to my hounds
and leave the crowd behind your heels
i would forsake myself for you
while all the men take a stand
you leave them do
call me over to pass right through
spreading feathers
for all the whips that they are sending down
face and crown the thrill you feel
looks like leather
this kind of heaven they have sawn around
leave it now don't bend to it
i would forsake myself for you
while all the men take a stand
you leave them do
call me over to pass right through
to be the one for you
wandering around we found nothing good to rise
hurling down your crown won't resolve your constant fright
all those matters for sure are better then their lies
all those matters for sure are better then their lies
hurling down your crown won't resolve your constant fright
all those matters for sure are better then their lies
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