milktooth - your arrows | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• milktooth
• your arrows

With a will in their head
With a wind at their back
They’re in a steady march
Out on my boulevard
Crawl up on the vines and tap until the glass cracks
The target has no guard
And, girl, your aim is on

They are, they are
But I’m not as sure

They whistle through my trees
Lay thistle where I sleep
You’re quivering your string
Your arrows are in me
Slide behind my bones and hold them on the table
You want to drink the cream
You want to wear the suede
Right until they pierce through,
I forget you’re able
I want to rest my qualm
Don’t tug on me so hard

They all, they all
Say I’m done wanting

They are, they are
But I’m not as sure
They whistle through my trees
Lay thistle where I sleep
Find weakness in my screens
Are tearing at my seems
Set fire in my seat
Are sipping where I bleed
You’re quivering your string
Your arrows are in me


milktooth еще тексты