Feather Jaw - Chris Bathgate

It’s the last lighted seam of a dreamy week

Forgive your solemn day

I twiddle my thumbs at the rag I’ve become

And wait for the world within

Cause all I need is the night as me steed and a kiss to serve as my shield

Cause it’s comfort and ease on evenings like these that turn all my poisons

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Well it’s strange and divine with my hand on your spine

It’s a secret that keeps me from sinnin'

For each dreamy week I’ll jostle my drink and stumble towards Seraphim

Cause it’s beautiful sights that soften my eyes

And my darling you’re one tonight