Crowded House - Archer's Arrows Lyrics
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Archer's Arrows
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What Are The Lyrics For Archer's Arrows By Crowded House?
Kids kissing on the floor
They make a work of art Up on the gallery wall They take the world apart And no one's safe The tension on the string We're almost there It's time to reign over the king The archer fires away (Send an arrow up) We hope to rise again (Like an invitation) Aim high Then the arrow comes down Take out The pale imitation The whole facade is wearing thin We'll just paper over cracks 'Til people take the power back Moving out the cavalcade We live to fight another day See the arrows fly They tempt you with a prize Make you master of the house You look so indifferent now With the sucker hanging from your mouth But you can't be safe You can't betray your will We're almost gone It's time to take over the hill The archer fires away (Send an arrow up) We hope to rise again (Like an invitation) Aim high When the colors come down Take out The pale imitation The whole facade is wearing thin We just paper over cracks 'Til people take the power back Moving out the cavalcade We live to fight another day See the archer's arrows fade (Hey, hey) See the archer's arrows fade (Hey, hey) See the archer's arrows fade (Soon find out if we make a mark) See the archer's arrows fade (Soon find out, leave an arrow in my heart) See the archer's arrows fade See the archer's arrows fade (Hey, hey) |
Who Wrote Archer's Arrows By Crowded House?
Neil Mullane Finn
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