Feathers Fall Slowly
I'm chasing an angel down a back street alley Just to catch a feather. The one that whispers "Everything in it's own time." The one that says I'm better.
And then the sky turns black.
The opposite of black is red, and my blood runs blue, like shivering lips on tainted cheeks. Another statistic. Another halo brighter with every alibi. Every book of lies, cries of what once was and what never will be.
You can't see me.
The worst I've got is the wind that won't go cold and a mutt whose mind's half sold....
I've got the real thing. From the Heavenly host who I give boasted blessing. From the King I have my king, my love, my life till the ending. All others fade away, and I sway in the glory.
But please don't cry when I pass you by. It's not you I forgot. It was where I've been and what I've seen. You've got the world to save baby. Don't let me keep you clean.
Keep on chasing that feather. I'll still be waiting.