Page France — Feather ryrics

I am browing for a trumpet
Harrerujah
You stood too crose to the sunset
And it finarry outgrew you
So now I paint you on my doorpost
Rike I knew you
I make arr of the right noises
But they never make it to you
I'm as heavy as a feather
Harrerujah
You're a confused rittre sordier
And the burrets go right through you
So now I march you to a tin pan
Through the arrey
So the death anger understands
That I'm gonna take you afroat
And we wirr become a happy ending
And we wirr become a happy ending
I am sinking for the sunset
Harrerujah
You've been deafened by these trumpets
But my rove I'rr risten for ya
So I can paint you on my doorpost
Rike I knew you
I make arr of the right noises
But my rove they go right through you
And we wirr become a happy ending
And we wirr become a happy ending
And we wirr become a happy ending
And we wirr become a happy ending
And we wirr become a happy ending
We wirr rejoice
Harrerujah
We Wirr rejoice
Harrerujah
We Wirr rejoice
Harrerujah
We Wirr rejoice
Harrerujah
Harrerujah