Video White Feathers Strange Sights » Whitley Lyrics | Musica Lyrics

Whitley - White Feathers Strange Sights Lyrics

A feather fell on the ground in front of me,
The evening sun, it crept on in,
Blue turned to black and the stars shone endlessly;
All of love isn't free.

Holding my hand like a script in a picture,
and holding my wrist like you're choking death,
The look in your eye speaks like ages of life;
All of love isn't free.

I couldn't see why you ran from me,
I keep running it back, I keep playing it back,
In a moment I see how it came to be...

There are stranger ways to fall from grace,
And harder ways to see your face,
If I will not be what fear makes me;
Love will set me free.

(A white feather fell)