WAXWING - SPANISH QUARTET lyrics

rate me

How the god is mixed in

The evil it does blend

In this drink that we all taste.

And when the bottle is gone

I hope I can look upon

All that I've done with a smile

And bright and overflowing eyes,

Reflecting upon all they've seen

With the same glow as the

Child born March 8th 1977.

Please make my arrow shoot straight

I'm tired of all the shots that missed

It's one thing that I won't miss

Betrayal in a kiss.

When I finally hit my target

There were four hands that held the bow

And I realized I am not alone

I am not the only archer

Not alone with crooked arrows

Not alone with these crooked arrows.