Feather Up

Fore come the weather man Let's paint it up Dark as we ever have As wicked does House on the corner round No playin dumb No chance of hiding out Ain't no backyard run Caught round a real hen with your feather up Surprise You used her up Sought out deliverance in the words of To find the door stuck And i find This leaned on love Makes me stand up Afloat In a grave yard slough You dry my bones and wake me up Bet on a wickerman You set it up You think you got it down You fuck it up Lost on a letterman Had to let it rush Hold on to feelings And it ain't enough I find I've leaned on luck And i beg to give it up Afloat in the graveyard slough You dry out my bones and wake me up