Black Arrow - L'Altra

The wait is over

You break open

Stealing means desire desire

Clocked in winter shiver

Old drawers

Wood splits in two like you

Laughing means ambition ambition

Conditioned

Narrow

Blackened arrows fly

The wait is over

You’ve smoothed over

The words are simple enough

But the coldest yet

The way bleak north

A sharpened sense

Pierced the heart

Blackened arrows fall

Not on a string

Though I will sing

What’s about me

Hidden cleverly

I’ll shoot shoot shoot you down