Feathers lyrics

History's made it's mark in anger
As everybody knows it's what we do
It's nothing new

The next chords struck are fault and failure
And we both know the finger points on cue
There's blame for two

Do you really want him coming Newo?
Do you really think it's coming back to you?
Hold as the world stop spinning with that writing on the wall.

You're neither Newo.
You'll be cushion just enough to break my fall.
Why don't you cry?
'Cause right there baby, in the path 'cause if you want it all.

Right now, hide your feathers on the back porch, baby.
He's coming home, for you've been such a liar.
Hide your feathers near your back porch maybe to open up to cry your sorry eyes out.

There's a scream outside your window.
I'm only here to make my peace with you.
There's something new.

Oh, it was our time, feeding out lines.
If I could do things different, what would I choose?
Oh, don't you cry, Mama.
Please, don't cry Mama.
Oh, don't you cry, no, no.
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Right now, hide your feathers on the back porch, baby.
He's coming home, for you've been such a liar.
Hide your feathers near your back porch maybe to open up to cry your sorry eyes out.

No other, could wait for a lover.
To erase, boy, when there's no more room for love, you sail her off to the shores.
No other, could wait for a lover.
To erase, boy, when there's no more room for love, you sail her off to the shores.

Right now, hide your feathers on the back porch, baby.
He's coming home, for you've been such a liar.
Right now, hide your feathers on the back porch, baby.
He's coming home, for you've been such a liar.
Hide your feathers near your back porch maybe to open up to cry your sorry eyes.

Wait a minute, little back porch lady.
Wait a minute, little back porch lady.
I'm in love.
Wait a minute, little back porch lady.
Oh don't you cry, Mama.
Oh, don't you cry, no, no.
Wait a minute, little back porch lady.
Wait a minute, little back porch lady.
I'm in love.
Wait a minute, little back porch lady.
Oh don't you cry, Mama.
Oh don't you cry, no, no.