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