Shooting Arrows - Lane 8, Deeparture

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