Spanish Quartet Songtext
von Waxwing

Oh how the good is mixed in
How evil it does blend
In this drink that we all taste
And when the bottle is gone
I hope that I can look upon all I′ve done
With a smile and with pride and overflowing eyes
Reflecting upon what I've seen


Were the same rose that a child born on March 8th of 1977
Please make my arrows shoot straight
I′m tired of all the shots that miss
It's one thing that I won't miss
Betrayal and a kiss
And a kiss

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When I finally hit my target
There were four hands that held the bow
And I realized I am not alone
I am not the only archer
Not alone with crooked arrows
Not alone with these crooked arrows


Oh how the good is mixed in
How evil it does blend
In this drink that we all taste
And when the bottle is gone
I hope that I can look upon all I′ve done
With a smile and with pride and overflowing