She said meet me under the oak tree by the house
I'll be wearing my black dress so there's no doubt
That it's me and not some other one you dream about
She said meet me under the oak tree by the house
Though I'm really not too sure what there's left to talk about
But you will know me from the way my shoulders hang
Your spirit was wounded with smoke spiralling from the engine
And there's an obvious defect in my navigation
And if I tried a little harder maybe I'd stop lamenting
But for now all I see is wings creaking and feathers a falling
Look your feathers are falling
How I wound up here I can't quite recall
But I'm staring at your bedroom ceiling like long before the fall
Where like a bird in a cage to me you seem to sing
Clattering her wings against the bars
Or a bee that's stuck and angry in a jar
Got stuck somehow got nowhere left to sting
Your spirit was wounded with smoke spiralling from the engine
And there's an obvious defect in my navigation
And if I tried a little harder maybe I'd stop lamenting
But for now all I see is wings creaking and feathers a falling
Yeah look your spirit was wounded with smoke spiralling from the engine
And there's an obvious defect showing in my navigation
And if I tried a little harder maybe I'd stop lamenting
But for now all I see is wings creaking and feathers a falling
Look your feathers are falling
Look your feathers are falling
Look your feathers are falling falling down