Il testo della Heap of feathers

She moves,
Deep from her sleep,
(the moon at her feet)
Slow breather,
(slow slow breather)
Rising from the heap of feathers.

Her hair falls,
All over her face,
Like an abandoned waif,
Shell win you with her silken shape,
Shes a floater,
Beautiful floater,
Rising from the heap of feathers.

Youll want to chase her
(chase her, chase her)
As she floats in her blue satin zephyr
But shes a shadow,
A mist,
Shes wind,
Shes air,
An impossible dream,
A virgin prayer.

Shes flying with the light,
Shes flying with the light,
Flying, flying with the light,
(crossing the bridge of sighs)
And now shes lost,
Lost in the feathered skies.

Lets dive into the bright
Where the white angel flies,
And in one instant of forever,
Rise with her,
Rise into the high with her,
Rise from the heap of feathers.