歌词
[Slow and Low Instrumental]
"What..? I never agreed to this... But..! Ah, whatever... Just make it cool, ya'll"
[song start]
[Verse 1]
Beneath the moon's cold gaze, he walks alone,
A deity of shadows, secrets tightly sewn.
His crows, like whispers, carry tales untold,
In Mike's quiet realm, mysteries unfold.
[Chorus]
Feathers in the wind, they flutter and sway,
Echoes of lost souls, seeking their way.
Mike's touch, a farewell to the living,
As dusk descends, his silent grace forgiving.
A god of quiet strength, a paradox complete,
Feathers in the wind, his legacy sweet.
Whispers of the crow, soft and low,
Echoes of forgotten tales they sow...
[Instrumental]
"Hey, that wasn't so bad..! But it could use some more upbeat, you know?..."
[Verse 2]
His eyes hold ancient sorrows, hidden deep,
Yet kindness blooms within, a secret to keep.
He weaves the fabric of endings and strife,
A calm facade concealing a well of life.
Kaleo, the jovial wanderer, shares a drink,
Their laughter echoing across the cosmic brink.
Penya, the persistent sun, warms his soul,
As dusk descends, their bond begins to unfold.
[Chorus]
Feathers in the wind, they flutter and sway,
Echoes of lost souls, seeking their way.
Mike's touch, a farewell to the living,
As dusk descends, his silent grace forgiving.
He contemplates fate,
Both love and hate.
A burden he bears,
Yet in those rare smiles,
compassion flares..
[Instrumental]
[Bridge]
[More Instrumental]
[Bridge]
A god of quiet solace, stitching time's seams,
Whispers of the crow, the keeper of dreams...
[Song stops]
"You know what, I'm saving this one on my spotify playlist."
[Piano slow]
"Oh, it's still going..."
[Chorus]
Feathers in the wind, they flutter and sway,
Echoes of lost souls, seeking their way.
Mike's touch, a farewell to the living,
As dusk descends, his silent grace forgiving.
A god of quiet strength, a paradox complete,
Feathers in the wind, his legacy sweet.
Whispers of the crow, soft and low,
Echoes of forgotten tales they sow...
He contemplates fate,
Both love and hate.
A burden he bears,
Yet in those rare smiles,
compassion flares..
(ohh...)
[Outro]
A god of quiet solace...
stitching time's seams...
[...]
[...]
Whispers of the crow...
the keeper of dreams...
[Slow]
[Song ends]
"10 out of 10 gang. Good shit... Hm? What's a 'spotify'? You'll know when you're older. I'll go play some Crash Bandicoot"
