Feather Tongue - Lyla Foy

Sit inside cinnamon eyes

Put me to the test

Keep in a frame the picture you painted

Of perfect happiness

Hold that feather tongue

Don’t make a scene

No war of words up my sleeve

All that you want

All that you need

Take up the cause

Your feet to the floor

All the signs were right

Comfort of knowing your carriage is waiting

Should get you through the night

Carry yourself to the ringing of bells

At the rivers rim

How can I find a way through the water

To sink or swim

Quick as a camera

High up a hillside

Wave the world away

If you could keep me

Under your fingers