superstitions of the sky - feathers and knives lyrics

a feather in flight weightless against the wind floats
until it lands on your windowsill. i stare out in the
distance and long to be taken away by the moonlights, and
the breezes, and your cold hands. a knife on the counter
weightless against my wrist. your sullen eyes looked into
mine and said those last few words. it’s a shame i woke
up because dreaming was never quite the same without you.