All of your greatest failures, committed to memory Like the words of a secret or the sound of a melody
No measured mark of wit, wisdom or rhetoric could solve this Too fractured to endear, bonds broken beyond view With all roads leading here, fettered by an endless blue
But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings And bottled messages never to be seen But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings
In fits and starts it can blossom and bloom But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings In fits and starts it can blossom and bloom The shot at the moon still falls short of the stars