Someone said you moved out to New York City
You never liked goodbyes, they just bring you down
You left a paper back edition in the lost and found
Screwtape Letters, Chapter Three torn out
Black feathers you used to be so pretty
When we first met you came 'round when I was dreaming
The next week you dropped the other shoe
You were a dark head of weather filling up the room
I lost my self by the afternoon.
Black feathers you used to be so pretty
I will count to a hundred
While you're outside pushing and shoving
It's a sure ride and you'll feel nothing
Did ya hear me say, am I getting through?
Black Feathers, you used to be so pretty
Black Feathers
Black Feathers
Black Feathers, you used to be so pretty
Black Feathers