
Date of issue: 30.03.2017
Song language: English
The Archer |
Wasted on the floor again and no one seems to mind |
I can go back out and that would take up too much time |
I’m still busy callin out your name wide eyed and face down on the pine |
How I miss the colors of the leaves that grow in spring |
And how you used to dance upon the rain and I would sing |
How i’d give most anything to watch you twirl around for one more time |
I need more time |
I need more time |
This is how you turned me to the archer from the arched |
This is where you turned me to the marksman from the marked |
This is how I learnt how to take the arrows in my back |
And shoot them at the stars |
But how they all just circle back and meet me at the start |
And how they hit me hard enough to question who you are |
And how you got so close to me |
And how you got so far |
I need more time |
I need more time |
I need more time |
I need more time |
The shrapnel of my faith in you is cutting through my skin |
And somewhere in the mess around my body it begins |
And I don’t see an end to this |
So I’ll enjoy the fire |
I need more time |
I need more time |
I need more time |
I need more time |