When a feather drifts down upon a broken land
And a broken man takes it in his hand
Does he realize then, that that’s all he has?
So then as blood drips down from his window sill
There’s nothing to fill his cups, nothing to thrill
End of the line? Sprinkle another one on the table top
Lost, staring through glass bars and plastic straws
But of course, there’s no end to this kind of war
So he draws fantasies and concealed realities
Constructs tales of failed journeys
Just to feel sane for a moment
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And you awake in the rags of the defeated
After you’ve mislead yourself into denial
When you walk with elegance
Yet smoke your cigarette
Like a whore
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So move your feet along the shore
Hoping to find something, but you’re not sure
What it is you’re looking for
And he calls you in the lies that he preaches
And you go, even though you know it’s all for show
But lay down your broken keys
And close doors that only make you bleed
There you might find some savior
Not one that he can guarantee
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But these lights won’t stop filling your eyes
As he strums his broken mandolin
And you listen to words he’s never spoken
It sounds like an organ of a thousand pipes
And the floor starts to shake
So you leave behind mistakes
Which never were yours to blame
This is not your place, nor your face
But he calls you with all of his grace
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It’s never easy, who ever said it was?
But in the cracks of dawn that fly above this city
What is there left to love?
It’s time to leave, time to stop making yourself believe
That the world is alive in the middle of your sleeve
Leave him with a feather darling, he’ll be just fine
And walk, I hope you know what to find