Lyrics The Black Dove - Emily Jane White

The Black Dove

Pick up the wounded dove
There’s poison in your love
And pain entwined with love
Stitched in the feathers of a Catholic dove
Hold our skin
We’re the colors that we’ve always been
Nation incarceration
Narrative stories of faces in the towns we live
Killing threads, iron cages
Are you, are you familiar?
How I know you shouldn’t be familiar, familiar
How I know you shouldn’t be familiar, familiar
How I know you shouldn’t be familiar, familiar
How I know you shouldn’t be familiar, familiar
How I know you shouldn’t be familiar, familiar
How I know you shouldn’t be
Are you, are you, are you?