David Thomas Broughton - Silent Arrow lyrics

I'm not the monster I'm painted to be, I'm good right to my bones. I have not inherited your wisdom, I've gone out on my own. Ploughed a furrow, why do we play these games? Pause for a thought. And so it goes. The most ordinary thing on Earth, a cloud has ruptured above us. A crack in the skin over our town, a spell in the air that we breathe. There was a time when I was the only thing that didn't make you sad. Now you're sad all of the time and I can't alter that. A fever dips into your heart like a silent arrow. Complicates any signs of joy with a blanket sorrow.