Emily Jane White - The Black Dove lyrics

Pick up the wounded dove, there's poison in you love Pain entwined with love Stitched in the feathers of a catholic dove Hold our Skin, we're the colors that we've always been Nation, incarceration Narrative, stories of faces in the towns we live k**ing threads, iron Cages Are you? Familiar But how I know you shouldn't be familiar Familiar But how I know you shouldn't be familiar