Waves that are crashing   And clouds that are turning   A premonition of sails that are burning      I woke up in silence   And looked out my window   It's weathers like these   That turn women to widows      Drawn by another   Into each other   Lie in the heathers   Woven to covers   Sleep out the dead weight   Fragile as feathers      Welcome the waves that'll bring you back to me   Call on the ravens and send them out to sea   Feathers of stray birds that lead you the way home   It's weathers like these that turn women to widows      Drawn by another   Into each other   Lie in the heathers   Woven to covers   Sleep out the dead weight (looking for some way to put this to sleep)   Fragile as feathers