I had been travelling the ways of the world
Secure in my armour
Immune to the lure and the swoon
And the sway of the charmer
A handful of seed just to stifle my greed
For the thrill of the stealing
But the whole heart was never enough
I played the devil and lay in the rough
Just for a while to feel mighty and tough
And queen of the feeling

So wink to me brothers
And unpluck your feathers
For you won't be fleeting no more
And sing to me lovers
If I've not been clever
I've lost the power to soar

On a trimmed wing
Such a terrible thing
Well it should be bliss
But I lately wish it were all done
On a trimmed wing
Such a terrible thing
Well a woken heart is a broken heart
But it's too late to run

I had the pitch for the snap and the twitch
The shelter of covers
Rolling the valleys and digging the ditch
The flavour of others
Then came along with a laughter so strong
To mock my conviction
The tender kiss of a libraried youth
Wet with desire and sharpened a tooth
Hit me afire and showed me my truth
Was only a fiction

So wink to me brothers
And unpluck your feathers
For you won't be fleeting no more
And sing to me lovers
If I've not been clever
I've lost the power to soar

On a trimmed wing
Such a terrible thing
Well it should be bliss
But I lately wish it were all done
On a trimmed wing
Such a terrible thing
Well a woken heart is a broken heart
But it's too late to run

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