I learned pain by the way it stays, by the way it sits down in the bone like a cold coin, when the night keeps its hard mouth on my name. (Breathe in) We are turning into feathers in a paradise of Air Rising from the heavy earth until the moment we take Flight Still, I keep my hands open when they shake. What breaks in me does not own me, what breaks in me does not name me. Ahh-ahh Ahh Ahh-ahh Ahh We are turning into feathers in a paradise of Air Call me by my scars (oh, call me) I am still here. Not made of ruin, not made of dust I am the bruise and the pulse beneath it. (Breathe out) I have heard the verdict, I have worn the verdict, and still my body says no, my body says yes to another dawn.
