Feather Tongue Lyrics - Mirrors The Sky - Lyla Foy

Sit inside cinnamon eyes 

Put me to the test 

Keep in a frame the picture you painted 

Of perfect happiness 

Hold that feather tongue 

Don't make a scene 

No war of words up my sleeve 

All that you want 

All that you need 

Take up the cause 

Your feet to the floor 

All the signs were right 

Comfort of knowing your carriage is waiting 

Should get you through 

Through the night 

Carry yourself to the ringing of bells 

At the rivers rim 

How can I find a way through the water 

To sink or swim 

Hold that feather tongue 

Don't make a scene 

No war of words up my sleeve 

All that you want 

All that you need 

Quick as a camera 

High up a hillside 

Wave the world away 

If you could keep me 

Under your fingers