Arrows Songtext
von Smallgang

The wall is
Unadorned
Save a black, gold and red map
Of a labyrinth

The smoke that filled the air
Is an echo in yellow stain on the ceiling

He throws a dart
And he calculates
He hunts a bull-
-Headed man

They called her "The Walk"
For the way her hips swayed
And when she turns
It seems that all his worries
Disappear and double
All at once


The air gets thick
He can′t loose his grip
He wonders why he hunts
All the numbers he counts

And hair falls from his head
And onto his shoulders
Mirrors seem to fib
He doesn't feel so much older

He stands in a field
Of red symmetric flowers
That have never burned
Despite all the cigarette
Butts ground down
Into their faces

All the cigarette
Butts ground down
Into their faces