For our discretionary lapses
And permiscuity
We embrace with hands unclasped
And intentions disclosed
And all these feathered bones
Awake and in my home
Trajectories unknown
Stable spaces overgrown
Who are we
To break tradition
And bare our baby teeth
In unstable spaces
So who are we
To break tradition
And bare our baby teeth
In unstable spaces
(And all these feathered bones
Awake and in my home
Awake and in my home)
(And all these feathered bones
Awake and in my home
Awake and in my home)
And all these feathered bones
Awake and in my home
Awake and in my home
And all these feathered bones
Awake and in my home
Awake and in my home