I whispered into the ear
Of the feather that touched my foot
My foot stands upon a cloud
Red and blue
The cloud drifts into your room
Your room turns into a boat
The boat’s made of paper so
We both drown...
A bird sits on a tree with a song that’s about to die
This song of you and me is no more than a lie
I hang upon your lips like a tale that’s about to die
This tale of you and me is no more than a lie.
No more than a lie.
No more than a lie...
released December 15, 2012
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