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Breathe a sigh of relief,
weâre not all hiding under the sheets.
Motherâs son, beautifully dressed,
but walks the streets only in his vest.
Iâm here again, nothingâs changed,
Iâm flying through on my drifting plain.
And I graced the earth with my views,
you donât wanna hear well thatâs up to you.
Say what you want about me,
cos I donât believe what I read so I donât mind,
you see you have no clue, of where Iâm going to.
White Feathered Medicine is what I crave,
and allâs forgiven.
And their fragile wings
and delicate cries comfort me and my bleeding eyes.
I see beyond a weary face,
youâre all the same and thereâs a pretty little face.
It says nothing to me about who I am,
Iâve got nothing to burn only your sorry hands.
Time to put a stop to it.
I had to put up with it.
Now Iâm sick and tired of it so
take your views to some other avenue.
I donât care, do as you please,
your crying face and begging on your knees.
I know what to do, so leave me be.
Iâve got this feeling it could be the death of me.
I circle round the view Iâm in.
I wait for days, my patience wearing thin.
And I wait for you, tirelessly,
nothing gained I just fall to sleep.
So youâre writing a letter now,
Iâm taking a look,
while youâre signing with kisses and talk of how much
you want to help me write and I ride into the sky
- Album:
- Home Part 1
- Gallantry’s Favorite Son
- What The Night Delivers
- Miscellaneous
- Scott Matthews - NapsterLive Session (e-Release)
- Into the Firing Line
- Fractured
- Boats In Rivers
- iTunes Festival: London 2007
- Passing Stranger
- Passing Stranger (Bonus Track Version)
- Passing Stranger (Radio Edit)
- Passing Stranger (Radio Edit) [e-Release]
- Dream Song
- Dream Song (Radio Edit)
- Mona
- Mona (Birthday Mix)
- Way to Blue: The Songs of Nick Drake
- Island Life: 50 Years of Island Records
- Elsewhere