What are the things that I do best
That nobody else can do?
You know I try to behave as if it don’t bother me
The way they [bad word] us two
What are the things that I know how
To paint in a simple light
Without the glare of expectation or the curse or avarice
Staining the veil of a blushing bride?

I’m a featherwoman
I’ll give you all my worries
I’ll give you everything back you left on my doorstep to see if I would break

Where are the words that I know how to sing like I’ve never done?
I know the bottle is expensive & I want to be intense enough to do more than fill it up
Where are the wounds that I can’t feel
That everyone else can see?
If I could focus on the glory of the love I’ve had then I could finally [bad word] free

I’m a featherwoman
I’ll give you all my worries
I’ll give you everything back you left on my doorstep to see if I would break
I’m a featherwoman
This is a lost diary entry
And if I rip it up and throw it in this yellow fire would you still look at me that way?

Where is the gun I almost held to rise up against the odds?
I don’t remember how I ended up an innocent in the [bad word] of a kitten’s claws
Where is the grace I almost felt
Parade up and down my spine?
You know I want to be courageous like the lovers and the sages of the
Mysteries in my mind

I’m a featherwoman
I’ll give you all my worries
I’ll give you everything back you left on my doorstep to see if I would break
This is a lost diary entry
And if I rip it up and throw it in this yellow fire would you still look at me that way?

What are the things that that I do best
That nobody else can do