One Slight Wrong Move - Archers of Loaf

Under the stairs, beyond the neon lamp, the chaps are thinking

She does not care to sit and stare, her blood eyes blinking

She works forever, each and every day

And she’s reminded of every small mistake

And she’s descended from a local ______________

And so she walks all of her precious trails the wrong direction

She does not talk, but rather recommends with good intentions

She walks forever, at an even pace

And she remembers every last detail

And she’s been counted every single way

She says «A hundred million people could be wrong

A hundred million people could be wrong

A hundred million people have been wrong before

A hundred million people could be wrong.»

And we could wait for him to make just one slight wrong move

Ain’t it a shame when he walks away with just one slight wrong move.

(?)

And we work forever each and every day and we surrender

Anyway, in so many different ways

We said «A hundred million people can be wrong

A hundred million people could be wrong

A hundred million people could be wrong

A hundred million people have been wrong before

A hundred million people could be wrong.»