Lyrics Shooting Arrows - Lane 8, Poliça, Matt Fax

Shooting Arrows

Used to call your name
Feel the same way about us
When you grabbed my hand
Down a broken staircase with smoke in my face
Weeds grow over
Weeds grow over
Weeds grow over
Weeds
What a fool I’ve been to follow that hand
Shooting arrows that never land
Weak ankles and wicked pills
Scraping around for my own will to live
Weeds grow over (To live)
Weeds grow over (To live)
Weeds grow over (To live)
Weeds
Go on talking and looking at me
You’re a crystal ball, see all that I need
Foretell the future and it doesn’t seem
The towers stay standing over you and me
I know it will burn when the flame goes out
I can’t make you want me if you don’t
All the days went dark when you said goodbye
Not a single star shines to tell me why
What a fool I’ve been to follow their hand
Shooting arrows that never land
Weak ankles and wicked pills
Scraping around for my own will to live
Weeds grow over (To live)
Weeds grow over (To live)
Weeds grow over (To live)
Weeds
What a fool I’ve been to follow their hand
Shooting arrows that never land
Weak ankles and wicked pills
Scraping around for my own will to live
Weeds grow over (To live)
Weeds grow over (To live)
Weeds grow over (To live)
Weeds
Weeds grow over
Weeds grow over
Weeds grow over
Weeds