Moonstricken

Oh your feathers
They were so real
They hung my jacket
While you stayed
Could I have a taste
Or take my feel
Of our promised song
While I am still bled from

(World... pretty... not stay... please do)
Oh, I’ll leave here after this scene
(World... pretty... not stay... please do)
Oh, I’ll leave here after this scene

Of the finer hearts I’ve lost in trickle
I would give you yours whеn you are tired
We havе worn for clothes all the grass
That we took from our other country
All that we pulled had kept wet and alive
When the rest had browned

They desire a beauty I wouldn’t hold
Please do not stay pretty for the world