Текст песни Tempers - Eyes Wide Wider

Mouth full of feathers
you battered the songbird
I planted in your garden
so you could have in your head
my dark and heavenly whistle

And we will see what we see, and then...

Mountain to mountain
Circus of dreams
Never fall over
Eyes getting wider

The fountain you sent me
has no blood or melody
no flood, nor curtsy
but it keeps good company
with formless things that enchant me