Living, Breathing - Mother Feather

If in a song you find a shovel

Let it dig you up and leave you all unsettled

It’s a terrible, wonderful feeling

I’m living, breathing

And though you misaddressed it

Heaven sent it

And so it came to me

By way of a melody

In a dream I’m dropping matches

Fanning the fire by batting eyelashes

You’ve got that thing I need

A hot hook and heart on your sleeve

And maybe it all means

I’m living, breathing

And when you left it

I buried my nose in your jacket

I meant everything I said

In the note I put in the pocket

In this light I can’t see past it

Where would you be if you were my glasses?

But I don’t need to see

I’ll get on my hands and knees

Hook me up to the heart on your sleeve

I’m living, breathing

If I’m gonna go down let me go like this

Lighting up a dance floor

Wet and…

If I’m gonna go down let me go like this

Lighting up a dance floor

Wet and plugged in