What are the things that I do best That nobody else can do? You know I try to behave as if it don’t bother me The way they still compare us two What are the things that I know how To paint in a simple light Without the glare of expectation or the curse or avarice Staining the veil of a blushing bride?
I’m a featherwoman I’ll give you all my worries I’ll give you everything back you left on my doorstep to see if I would break
Where are the words that I know how to sing like I’ve never done? I know the bottle is expensive & I want to be intense enough to do more than fill it up Where are the wounds that I can’t feel That everyone else can see? If I could focus on the glory of the love I’ve had then I could finally become free
I’m a featherwoman I’ll give you all my worries I’ll give you everything back you left on my doorstep to see if I would break I’m a featherwoman This is a lost diary entry And if I rip it up and throw it in this yellow fire would you still look at me that way?
Where is the gun I almost held to rise up against the odds? I don’t remember how I ended up an innocent in the crusade of a kitten’s claws Where is the grace I almost felt Parade up and down my spine? You know I want to be courageous like the lovers and the sages of the Mysteries in my mind
I’m a featherwoman I’ll give you all my worries I’ll give you everything back you left on my doorstep to see if I would break This is a lost diary entry And if I rip it up and throw it in this yellow fire would you still look at me that way?
What are the things that that I do best That nobody else can do