Feathers - Fields

Winds that are crashing and clouds that are turning

A premonition of sails that were burning

Woke up in silence and looked out my window

Its weathers like these turn women to widows

Drawn by another into each other

Lie in the heathers woven to covers

Sleep like a deadwieght fragile as feathers

Welcome the weights that will you back to me

Call on the ravens and send them out to sea

Feathers of stray birds that lead you the way home

Its weathers that turn women to widows

Drawn by another into each other

Lie in the heathers woven to covers

Sleep like a deadwieght fragile as feathers

Drawn by another into each other

Lie in the heathers woven to covers

Sleep like a deadwieght fragile as feathers

Drawn by another into each other

Lie in the heathers woven to covers

Sleep like a deadwieght fragile as feathers