The Thing With Feathers

I feel the thing with feathers beating in its soul cage I love to set it free to see how far it flies But hold it tightly 'til it crumbles in its old age The cage is empty when the hope inside you dies I feel the thing with feathers beating in its soul cage I love to set it free to see how far it flies But hold it tightly 'til it crumbles in its old age The cage is empty when the hope inside you dies Dies, dies I hear that thing with feathers crying for an earthworm It knows you're out there and it thinks that it could die But feed it once and it will promise you a good turn For hope is fragile when the lightning streaks the sky I feel the thing with feathers It thinks that it should die But feed it once a good turn For hope is fragile in the – I hear that thing with feathers crying for an earthworm It knows you're out there and it thinks that it could die But feed it once and it will promise you a good turn The cage is empty when the hope inside you dies I feel the thing with feathers beating in its soul cage I love to set it free to see how far it flies But hold it tightly 'til it crumbles in its old age The cage is empty when the hope inside you dies Dies, dies