Revoked

We start our days with common words
We reached in the air, but man it burns
A whisper of lives from long ago
Came racing in, voices singing low

Bruised by love in the winter moon
I'm feeling fine now

A bracing pine the whippoorwill
Awake but I'm just standing still
And morning came a shaking us
When can we go
When will I learn

A child of dark
And the paper wings
I'm feeling fine now