Of a feather

Woke up from a dream in
Where the forest met the sky
Fumbled round for a meaning
But I found no reason why
So I ran to the river
Where the coldness filled my lungs
All I can remember was the blazing, burning sun
Oh, oh, I, feel the fire but I forgot
Oh, oh, I, who am I?
Who am I?
Oh, oh, I, who am I?

So I stared out the window
And I searched for something there
Though my heart wasn't empty
Ooh it was clear
All my wings were unfolded
But I just can't seem to fly
Gathered up in this coldness
I could hear the angels cry
Oh, oh, I, who am I?
Who am I?
Oh, oh, I, who am I?

On the shore to redemption
Or whatever I can keep
I will rest in a peace-fire
And a peace-fire it shall be
I'm a poet, I'm a painter
I'm a portrait drawn in bleach
I'm a ghost of an echo
In a vessel lost at sea
Oh, oh, I, who am I?
Who am I?
Oh, oh, I

We were ordinary
For so long, for so long
And every February
It goes on, I'm older
But on the contrary
Every moment, is gold

(Now in the morning, it's calling, I'm falling)
But I'm far away, far away, untethered
(Falling in love with the northern, I'm all in)
And how should I know, could've known that its better
(How many of us? Solace; it's gorgeous)
Underneath the northern lights it's cold tonight, what a full surprise
(This is a calling, darling, surely)
I'm caught enough, warm in love; this heaven
(Now in the morning, it's calling, I'm falling)
Like a bird flies, a bird cries 'we are of a feather'
(Falling in love with the northern, I'm all in)
And the north wind is pulling me on, I'm home

Ooh, well, how's yourself?
How's yourself?