(Can't catch this bow, can't catch) On my own (On my own, on my own) In come the arrows (Arrows, arrows, arrows) Like a needle You pierce my heart
, poison arrows Somebody's out to break you Hiding in narrows, poison arrows Somebody's out to get you Hiding in shadows, the poison arrows Somebody'
Hold me close, Hold me near. Let me reign, Let me hear. Crown me king, Strength appear. Mighty men, Have no fear. The white's are all I see, Finally
Follow the arrows. Just follow, don't say no. Follow the arrows. They'll show you where to go. Arrows go up. Arrows go down. Arrows go through.
flat-top bitch was having fun These were aching waves Your covered one We are always over-anxious There to thank us Far over me now We are arrows to
's arrows fade Hey, hey See the archer's arrows fade Hey, hey See the archer's arrows fade Hey, hey See the archer's arrows fade See the archer's arrows
token romantics Rock 'n' roll Supermen, ghosts of new vice Making love in strange autos whilst life?s ink Sings always that love is swift arrows, my
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I've got my own moral compass to steer by A guiding star beats a spirit in the sky And all the preaching voices Empty vessels dream so loud As they move
The snakes and arrows a child is heir to Are enough to leave a thousand cuts We build our defenses, a place of safety And leave the darker places unexplored
Though we might have precious little It's still precious I like that song about this wonderful world It's got a sunny point of view And sometimes I feel
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Whoa, whoa If we're so much the same like I always hear Why such different fortunes and fates Some of us live in a cloud of fear Some live behind iron
As the waves crash in on the western shore The wind blows fierce from the east The wave tops torn to a flying spindrift, spindrift As the waves crash
The best we can agree on Is it could have been worse What happened to your old Benevolent universe? You know the one with stars That revolve around you
Now it's come to this It's like we're back in the dark ages From the Middle East to the Middle West It's a world of superstition Now it's come to this
How many times Do we tire of all the little battles Threaten to call it quits Tempted to cut and run How many times Do we weather out the stormy evenings
Driving 'way to the east and into the past History recedes in my rear view mirror Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road Memory humming at
