Heap Of Feathers Lyrics - Singles - Ivaana

She moves, 

Deep from her sleep, 

[The moon at her feet] 

Slow breather, 

[Slow slow breather] 

Rising from the heap of feathers. 

Her hair falls, 

All over her face, 

Like an abandoned waif, 

Shell win you with her silken shape, 

Shes a floater, 

Beautiful floater, 

Rising from the heap of feathers. 

Youll want to chase her 

[Chase her, chase her] 

As she floats in her blue satin zephyr 

But shes a shadow, 

A mist, 

Shes wind, 

Shes air, 

An impossible dream, 

A virgin prayer. 

Shes flying with the light, 

Shes flying with the light, 

Flying, flying with the light, 

[crossing the bridge of sighs] 

And now shes lost, 

Lost in the feathered skies.