Feather

Static

on the window

Morning

in the walls I let the room keep breathing Till the restless

feeling falls

Hold me in the pale blur Cover every hard edge now All

I need is one long exhale

And a little quiet in the sound

White noise, carry me slow

Wash over what I don't know

Soft tide, steady and low White noise,

don't let me go

Dust turns gold in the dim light Time goes loose around my

hands

Every thought becomes a feather

Every breath a softer land Leave the names and leave the numbers

Let them fade behind the door

In this endless silver weather

I don't need them anymore

White noise Stay close

Slow

down

Let go (ooh)