Billboard, back road, meadow
Sunset through the trees
I can' t remember the faces I've seen
Low and mean
High rise, white light, shadows
Years in the air
I don' t recall all the "why"
Or the "where" or "who was there"
Show me the feathers you've found
The glass in the ground
A comforting sound when the lights are down
Hillside flush with the Sunrise
Spring in the air
I cant remember a morning so fair, not a care
Show me the feathers you've found
The glass in the ground
A comforting sound when the lights are down
The birdsong, tugging on my slumber
Opens my eyes
Slowly I am woken to find
Your hand in mine
Show me the feathers you've found
The glass in the ground
A comforting sound when the lights are down
Billboard, a back road, a meadow
Sunset through the trees
I cant recall all the faces I've seen
So low and mean
The birdsong, tugging on my slumber
Opens my eyes
Slowly I am woken to find
Your hand in mine
Show me the feathers you've found
The glass in the ground
A comforting sound when the lights are down