Scott Matthews - White Feathered Medicine lyrics

Breathe a sigh of relief We're not all hiding under the sheets Mother's son beautifully dressed Walks the streets only in his vest I'm here again nothing's changed I'm flying through on my drifting plane And I grace the earth with my views You don't wanna hear well that's up to you Say what you want about me Cause I don't believe what I read, so I don't mind You see you have no clue of where I'm going to White feathered medicine is what I crave Then all is forgiven With their fragile wings And delicate cries they comfort me and my bleeding eyes See beyond a weary face You're all the same when there's a pretty little face It says nothing to me about who I am I've got nothing to burn only your sorry hands Time to put a stop to it I've had to put up with it Now I'm sick and tired of it So take your views to some other avenue I don't care, do as you please Your crying face and begging on your knees I know what to do so leave me be I've got this feeling it could be the d**h of me Circle round the view I'm in I wait for days as my patience is wearing thin As I wait for you, tirelessly Nothing gained I just fall to sleep So you're writing a letter now I'm taking a look While you're signing with kisses and talk of how much You wanna to help me ride high right into the sky