WOVEN HAND - ARROWHEAD lyrics

rate me

do tell

how is

the little pilgrims progress

does he endeavour to perservere

close mantled to knives and kisses

just like

when you were here

what little he had

from him it was taken

for in the small things he could not be trusted

arrowhead

arrowhead

run motor city rusted

nailed to the floor by an old time gaze

who is who was who is to come

given to other lips

spoken on other tounges

where are you and where have you been

hold fast hold fast

till he come again

would it do

would it do any good

to be able to remember

the white of the page

the black of the ink

thrown overboard lest the whole ship sink

you talk this way

as you go walkin

weavin your way through the straw

it comes so slow

and leaves so quick

under grace

we strike the striken law