Fed

It's just a little bit quiet
And the air is sweet and so cold
And now it's just getting started
Running straight to my head
Drown in here shuffles of drying straw
That's got my full attention
It goes to work heading straight to my head
When I did you wrong
All those words not quite light as lead

Oh it's right up front and
Fed

All my mistakes
Sleep on the sun
Three little birds
Made straight for my head
But the window was closed
And shutting down tight
But you stayed sweet to the end
And straight through the end
Had all those words
Not quite light as lead
And broke down instead
And wild and red
Not quite light as lead running straight to the end

Oh it's right up front and
Fed