Arrows

Lyrics by：Billie Marten

Composed by：Billie Marten

Satellite or moon

Riddle or fortune

How long will it take me to leave my cocoon

To wrestle the room and no longer marooned

Emerge like a winner

Reminds me of you my sweet summer fruit

Always an island and rarely consumed

With the dust or the filler

Pro or beginner

I'm leaving the dimmer on low

I'm faulty as hell

Hide in my shell

Climb the whole tower without ringing the bell

I'm at war with my shadow

Roads dark and narrow but I am the arrow

And blessed is he who bears this disease

Craves the desire of a man on his knees

He says listen to me say what you see

And worry for it when you're gone