Letras
Open up your shutters
Take a walk and raise your head
I grew myself some feathers
Just to fly upon your land
There's a cottage on the seaside
And a green boat left behind
I heard they need a sailor
And I happen to be one
I have no home
It's a solitary life
I have no home
Such a solitary life
Seven days of labor
Got some dead skin on my neck
I dressed all in leather
Just to fit among your friends
On my way back to the cottage
I read signs about your faith
I've never met a priest
But I can still be touched by grace
I have no home
It's a solitary life
I have no home
Such a solitary life
As my tongue begins to loosen
And my palms are getting dry
I'd trade all my feathers
For an ordinary life
With you
With you
With you
With you