White Feathered Medicine - Scott Matthews

Breathe a sigh of relief

We’re not all hiding under the sheets

Mother’s son beautifully dressed

Walks the streets only in his vest

I’m here again nothing’s changed

I’m flying through on my drifting plane

And I grace 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

Then all is forgiven

With their fragile wings

And delicate cries they comfort me and my bleeding eyes

See beyond a weary face

You’re all the same when 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’ve had to put up with it

Now I’m sick and tired of it

So take your views to some other avenue

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

Circle round the view I’m in

I wait for days as my patience is wearing thin

As I wait for you, tirelessly

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 wanna to help me ride high right into the sky