Golden Feathers

The problem is that the stars are going to die No more lights or outlined figures The problem is that without you I cannot fly No more loops or golden feathers My skin is peeling off I never thought itd be this tough Ive had enough Ive had enough My skin is peeling off I never thought itd be this tough Ive had enough Ive had enough The problem is that the sky is slowly fading No more forgiving blueness The problem is that your absence broke my left wing I cant feel the air caressing My skin is peeling off I never thought itd be this tough Ive had enough Ive had enough My skin is peeling off I never thought itd be this tough Ive had enough Ive had enough