Arrows of Desire
Matthew Fredrick Robert Good
On a ruined wind
To see our promise right in front of you
Silver barbs to crash the heart
Those gates so irremovable
Oh we can beg, we will bend again
Oh we can beg that we will bend again
Up in thin air we lie in wait
Up in thin air we lie in wait
We lie in wait
Held to loose
Wait for the word to come and then to hell with you
Over the fire a time to bear what those below await
Here's my golden spear
Here's my cold despair
Up in thin air we lie in wait
Up in thin air we lie in wait
We lie in wait
Up in thin air we lie in wait
Up in thin air we lie in wait
We lie in wait
