Текст песни Feathers - Days of August

Try to see it my way
I was on the run
Tryna catch the waves before the sun

Working on a slow verse
I could pay my bills
By television fame and shady pills

Like salt seas
Drying out
Come find me
I'm losing all
Feathers, feathers
I'm losing all
Feathers, feathers

Everything's so shallow
I could sell my soul
Make me like a king in solid gold

And Everything is free now
A never-ending fight
Someday we will stand for what is right

Like salt seas
Drying out
Come find me
I'm losing all
Feathers, feathers
I'm losing all
Feathers, feathers
I'm losing all
Feathers, feathers
I'm losing all
Feathers, feathers