Lyrics Stolen Shoes & A Rifle

Weather is like feathers on fire

Grounds
like a sound in my feet

I can’t stop my
shaking I’ve been traveling so low

And the
shoes I’ve been wearing, well they’re long and
somewhat slow

And a giant waking bird
shakes the trees above my head

Stolen shoes
and a rifle I just can’t seem to stay dead

Oh the stones won’t be lonely this year is
gone

My lover she’s got brothers down in
matches

They worship at the foot of the
king

My trails been cold for days but I
hear them all the same

Scattered out like
wildfire on the plain

And the giant waking
bird shakes the trees above my head

Stolen
shoes and a rifle I just can’t seem to stay dead

Oh the stones won’t be lonely this year is
gone

Weather is like feathers on fire