Silent Arrow Songtext
von David Thomas Broughton

I′m not the monster I'm painted to be
I′m good right to my bones
I have not inherited your wisdom
I've gone out on my own
I have gone out on my own
Ploughed a furrow
Why do we play these games?
Paused for a thought
And so it goes
And so it goes
Most ordinary thing on earth
Cloud has ruptured above us
Cracking the skin over our town
A spell in the air that we breathe
In the air we breathe
In the air we breathe
In the air we breathe


In the air we breathe
In the air we breathe
And in the air we breathe
There was a time when I was the only thing
That didn't make you sad
Now you′re sad all the time
And I can′t alter that
No, I can't alter that
Fever dips into your heart
Like a silent arrow
Complicates any signs of joy
With a blanket sorrow
With a blanket sorrow
With a blanket sorrow
With a blanket sorrow
Blanket sorrow
With a blanket sorrow