Egyptians hold kisses in waves
Letting go of every thing that I tried to save
Your hands still move up my sleeves
The room ruderess ressing reaves
Draw me still
Draw me still

Three men stood in the clearing
Staring at the wild white heron
Some glasses, a gun, and a pen
What you take away you can't give back again
Draw me still
Draw me still

Broken wings won't bring you home
Soft white tendons, long hollow bones
You hung those feathers from your ceiling
So the women you bring home lay down loud

Mobiles are made for turning
And the women you bring home lay down loud


Lyrics submitted by kaysntees, edited by walzjenna

White Heron song meanings
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    General Commenti hear "some glasses, a gun, and a pen" ... makes sense to me, with the dead bird imagery.
    elevatorladyon July 10, 2011   Link

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