Alec Betterley - Arrow/Attic lyrics

Sometimes I can see them late at night Their burlap bags and their colliding kites They ride through, motors into pa**age ways With cold tears running down their hooded faces waiting for me Sometimes when they pa** and I'm in prayer Tiny, wrapped up in my blankets where Their voice chrome, clean it's like a fast flown dream a world the same Me I'm an arrow, I'm an attic in the scheme They will have to give me song They will have to give me cracking fire cradles rising long Will have to watch me turn They will have to feel these lights so enchanted as we burn They will have to give me song They will have to give me cracking fire cradles rising long Will have to watch me turn They will have to feel these lights so enchanted as we burn They will have to give me song They will have to give me cracking fire cradles rising long Will have to watch me turn They will have to feel these lights so enchanted as we burn They will have to give me song They will have to give me cracking fire cradles rising long Will have to watch me turn They will have to feel these lights so enchanted as we burn