Featherflute Lyrics - Singles - Depressive Age

Kilja is my bird, she cannot sing 

Chemistry has boiled her strings 

She said: "Built your hut on my wing" 

Kilja is the bird who 'catch my fall 

from a bridge with suicide toll 

Now I try to wake her bride call 

Quiet waves my window sill 

Real is the miracle 

And the virgin lust of my new born trust 

can excite us like a double moon in love 

Kilja writes a poem line in the sand 

'bout a norwegian fjord shore bend 

where a filter breaks the sunstand 

Secrets in your ever changing suit 

makes my voice to your substitute 

'cause I know Kilja means the "Featherflute" 

Quiet waves my window sill 

Real is the miracle 

And the virgin lust of my new born trust 

can excite us delight us like a cannon of the winds 

Quiet waves my window sill 

Real is the miracle 

And the virgin lust of my new born trust 

can excite us and delight us 

Sometimes I wish to fall your cure, 

then it's jealousy what rules 

'cause your bride call 

would pull a charming bird into your urge