White Feathered Medicine

Breathe a sigh of relief

We're not all hiding under the sheets

Mother's son beautifully dressed

But walks the streets only in his vest

I'm here again, nothing's changed

I'm flying through on my drifting plain

And I graced 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

And all's forgiven

And their fragile wings

And delicate cries comfort me and my bleeding eyes

I see beyond a weary face

You're all the same and 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 had to put up with it

Now I'm sick and tired of it so

Take your views to some other avenue, oh, yeah, oh

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 death of me

I circle 'round the view I'm in

I wait for days, my patience wearing thin

And I'll wait for you, tirelessly

And 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 want to help me write, I ride into the sky, -y-y-y

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh