We Are the Arrows Songtext
von Chasing South

It′s a bitter cold night, and there's 50 kids outside
Painting their lungs black

Onstage with a shitty P.A.
And barely working bass amp and a broken Marshall stack

Telling stories that won′t resonate further than these flimsy walls

Words ringing hollow in the ears of snakes and whores
But to some opening new doors
Our words may go unheeded by the masses
But to somebody, somewhere
Everything we say matters


You take it back
No, you take it back
No, you
You take it back
No, you take it back
No, you take it back
No, you take it back

Can you take back everything you did to me
And would you take it all back
Can you take back everything you did to me
And would you take it all back
And would you take it all back

If not for the solidarity we would be nothing
So until we make a difference we keep running
It's the only thing that makes us more than five pissed off kids
Worn down like the roads we travel