Lyrics White Feathers, Strange Sights - Whitley

White Feathers, Strange Sights

The evening sun, it crept on in
Blue turned to black and the stars shone endlessly;
All of love isn’t free
Holding my hand like a script in a picture
And holding my wrist like you’re choking death
The look in your eye speaks like ages of life;
All of love isn’t free
I couldn’t see why you ran from me
I keep running it back, I keep playing it back
In a moment I see how it came to be…
There are stranger ways to fall from grace
And harder ways to see your face
If I will not be what fear makes me;
Love will set me free
(A white feather fell)