Good Arrows

Four foot nothing knees stained with dirt When we went hiding why don't you seek? No one came looking for me Your head restless with greed She carried on shoulders like a little king She is worshipped and adored Invisibly worshipped and ignored No on

Green hills and enemies These things they make us sentimental inside Your words are gelignite Or just another sentimental aside We're catching bullets in our teeth And though it's easy when you know how it's done They split the secret up six ways bef