Ah, dead feathers, tied to a dreamcatcher
That hangs down from a midwest moon
As smoke rolls, out of the windows
Of my heart into the sky
Where falling stars disappear

It's an old, lonely city
We brush our teeth to the sound of sirens
An illusion of safety
A harpsichord on a gravel road
And my heart's on fire but my hands are cold

And we tremble in the bow echo

So much beauty and kindness
In the world it makes me cry
And I beg of you, your Highness
Please show mercy on the tender ones
In the low and lonesome glow

And we tremble in the bow echo

And we lay awake in the dark so gold

We worry all the night
And we hurry away the days
Through the frugalness
We go

And we tremble in the bow echo

And we lay awake in the dark so gold


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Dead Feathers song meanings
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