Lyrics Arrow Head - Wovenhand

Arrow Head

Do tell, how is
The little pilgrims progress
Does he endeavor to persevere
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 tongues
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, yeah, we strike the stricken laws
Who is, who was, who is to come
Given to other lips
Spoken on other tongues
Where are you and where have you been
Hold fast, hold fast 'till he come again