Archer - William Patrick Corgan

I’ll go under if you go too

Ripped from the sun, yet born anew

You make it so, you make it known

I’ll pace these steps with you

Waiting on a teardrop to explode

Be thorn, be hope, be monstrous

Right there where you are

Take flight, take fear, say «all good night, now!»

Right from sleepy hour

Faith has its fire and with it, form

I speak of love, impressed by the fluff

What lies beyond mere days

Where far beyond, God waits

The angel strikes beast as any man

On pilloried fire come out of ash

I scribed your tome, I aim what strove

To rail against proof

Twistin' round our teardrop as it explodes

Take flight, take fear

Rake slumber right from sleepy eye

Be thorn, be hope, be monsters all

As if there’s no desire

I weep for love and it’s surreal

Goodbye, dear one, I haven’t given up

I’m just the archer for the sun

Where forever is undone