Nice Thick Feathers
She said heyWon't you pick me upHe said, wellWhat about at nineAnd she wakes upIt's freezing cold outsideBut he's not thereWherever he may fly
Barely aware of her realityShe stands right by the centre of the roomFeathers, she's got nice thick feathers she's put onFor she wanted to reach the violent kingdomFeathers, she's got nice thick feathers she's put onFor she wanted to reach the violent kingdom
And every timeShe steps on what she callsThe misery landFor only bats and copsForgets aboutHis kisses and his voiceHe wore a suitWith labels at the front
Barely aware of her realityShe stands right by the centre of the roomFeathers, she's got nice thick feathers she's put onFor she wanted to reach the violent kingdomFeathers, she's got nice thick feathers she's put onFor she wanted to reach the violent kingdom
Barely aware of their realityShe stands right by the centre of the room