A Feather in Your Cap Lyrics

With a seashell in my hand,
On the coastline, I am eight years old.

Frozen full moon on the rise,
Watching creatures from the last high tide.

And the snow is coming down,
Drop my backpack as I hit the ground.

Seems like not that long ago.
Seems like not that long ago.

With the feather in your cap,
Your mother couldnt help but laugh.
And your dress was stained to black.
And the salt was sticking to my back.

Seems like not that long ago.
Seems like not that long ago.
Seems like not that long ago.
Seems like not that long ago.