Magic Arrow - Timber Timbre

Mystic palm, gem and tarot

A few escape your magic arrow

I saw you reel them in for miles

Each captivated crooked smile

And you know you can heal them all

Your double diamond disposition

Refractions of your center prism

Your magic arrow flies precision

And you saw it from that vantage point

Perimeter scratched on the nation’s native hide

And we saw those christian clippers glide

Over white caps and white sails hide

Over white knuckles

And I was fine till I saw the pale horse ride

And open up it’s gape across the ocean floor

You were fine till you saw the white rider take

And take some more

Our mother’s milk double faro

A few escape your magic arrow

And with a Christ as bayonet

Oh you siphoned off the hellion’s threats

And even in your ghastly visions

Your magic arrow flies precision

Whistles like a boiling potion

Charges like a locomotive

And you saw it from that vantage point

Perimeter scratched on the nation’s native hide

And we saw those christian clippers glide

Over white caps and white sails and hide

Over white knuckles

And you were fine till you saw the pale horse ride

Open up it’s gape across the ocean floor

You were fine till you saw the white rider take

And take some more