A Bottle Of Breath Lyrics & Chords By Stone Breath

A black feather's fallen and landed at my feet
It shows the wild grown path is better than the street
The Witch-Tree has fallen, her trunk across the road,
but you must bear her curse if I must bear the load
The scarecrow has vanished into tassled corn
I'll follow him this evening
You'll come tomorrow morn
And when the path is cut for you, you'll claim it as your own
I sleep amongst the maple keys, while you crap what I've sown
An empty bottle's fallen and landed in the dirt
I've filled it with these words
I've filled it with your curse