Feather

I've been travelin', flyin' on south again How, how could it be? It seems as though a moment ago I was reaping the seeds that I stole Now morning blows quickly through Afternoon follows suit How am I to get these things done Well, time stays, when counted by the days Illuming in ominous shade Worry been breaking and bringing me down And countin' all the the times that I fall When my time comes, I wont be countin' at all I feel all my filth when I look in your eyes But it falls light as a feather on my back in the night Man, you said, meet me there How do I get from here To where, where I belong? It ain't such like findin' the sign to get home It's buildin' your house on the stone Worry been breaking and bringing me down And countin' all the the times that I fall When my time comes, I wont be countin' at all I feel all my filth when I look in your eyes But it falls light as a feather on my back in the night Your house, it will cover you, but the rain still falls outside Your light, it don't shine, 'cause it's hidden under a bed Why do you hide under a bed?

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