Pigeon Feathers Songtext
von River Whyless

I once dreamed that I was a poet
But I had to fill an entire page
And you′re not just a pen and a piece of paper
You're a dog-eared book grown old with age


I′ve got a friend with a golden table
And he dines with the best of men
See by you that silver mirror
If you could see that it's only sand

And I believe that I'm a writer
But I am bound to a single page
Sipping coffee at the edge of nightfall
Chasing you on the somber lane

But you feed the fire when you close the door
But you feed the fire when you close the door
But you feed the fire when you close the door

Now you feed the fire when you close the door