| Song | White Feathered Medicine |
| Artist | Scott Matthews |
| Album | Passing Stranger |
| 作曲 : Matthews | |
| Breathe a sigh of relief | |
| We're not all hiding under the sheets | |
| Mother's son, beautifully dressed | |
| But walks the streets only in his vest | |
| I'm here again, nothing's changed | |
| I'm flying through on my drifting plain | |
| And I graced the earth with my views | |
| You don't wanna hear, well, that's up to you | |
| Say what you want about me ' | |
| Cause I don't believe what | |
| I read So | |
| I don't mind, you see you | |
| Have no clue of where | |
| I'm going to | |
| White feathered medicine | |
| Is what I crave and all's forgiven | |
| And their fragile wings and delicate cries | |
| Comfort me and my bleeding eyes | |
| See beyond a weary face | |
| You're all the same and there's a pretty little face | |
| It says nothing to me about who | |
| I am I've got nothing to burn, only your sorry hands | |
| Time to put a stop to it, | |
| I had to put up with it | |
| Now I'm sick and tired of it so | |
| Take your views to some other avenue | |
| I don't care, you do as you please | |
| Your crying face and begging on your knees | |
| I know what to do, so leave me be | |
| I've got this feeling, it could be the death of me | |
| I circle around the view | |
| I'm in I wait for days, my patience wearing thin | |
| And I wait for you, tirelessly | |
| Nothing gained, | |
| I just fall to sleep | |
| So you're writing a letter now, | |
| I'm taking a look | |
| While you're signing with kisses and talk of how much | |
| You want to help me write, | |
| I ride into the sky |
| zuò qǔ : Matthews | |
| Breathe a sigh of relief | |
| We' re not all hiding under the sheets | |
| Mother' s son, beautifully dressed | |
| But walks the streets only in his vest | |
| I' m here again, nothing' s changed | |
| I' m flying through on my drifting plain | |
| And I graced the earth with my views | |
| You don' t wanna hear, well, that' s up to you | |
| Say what you want about me ' | |
| Cause I don' t believe what | |
| I read So | |
| I don' t mind, you see you | |
| Have no clue of where | |
| I' m going to | |
| White feathered medicine | |
| Is what I crave and all' s forgiven | |
| And their fragile wings and delicate cries | |
| Comfort me and my bleeding eyes | |
| See beyond a weary face | |
| You' re all the same and there' s a pretty little face | |
| It says nothing to me about who | |
| I am I' ve got nothing to burn, only your sorry hands | |
| Time to put a stop to it, | |
| I had to put up with it | |
| Now I' m sick and tired of it so | |
| Take your views to some other avenue | |
| I don' t care, you do as you please | |
| Your crying face and begging on your knees | |
| I know what to do, so leave me be | |
| I' ve got this feeling, it could be the death of me | |
| I circle around the view | |
| I' m in I wait for days, my patience wearing thin | |
| And I wait for you, tirelessly | |
| Nothing gained, | |
| I just fall to sleep | |
| So you' re writing a letter now, | |
| I' m taking a look | |
| While you' re signing with kisses and talk of how much | |
| You want to help me write, | |
| I ride into the sky |