Polly Jean Harvey. Featherhead. Zeneszám

When will we ever meet
Not in this life
When will I be a bird
Is it this life
White doves only see
From up high
When will another bird
Kiss my mind
Featherhead all fucked
Up and down days

No not another night
Another dark place
White dives only see
From up high
When will another bird
Bend my mind