Waves that are crashingnAnd clouds that are turningnA premonition of sails that are burningnnI woke up in silencenAnd looked out my windownIt's weathers like thesenThat turn women to widowsnnDrawn by anothernInto each othernLie in the heathersnWoven to coversnSleep out the dead weightnFragile as feathersnnWelcome the waves that'll bring you back to menCall on the ravens and send them out to seanFeathers of stray birds that lead you the way homenIt's weathers like these that turn women to widowsnnDrawn by anothernInto each othernLie in the heathersnWoven to coversnSleep out the dead weight (looking for some way to put this to sleep)nFragile as feathers