The wait is over You break open Stealing means desire desire Clocked in winter shiver Old drawers Wood splits in two like you Laughing means ambition ambition Conditioned Narrow Blackened arrows fly The wait is over You've smoothed over The words are simple enough But the coldest yet The way bleak north A sharpened sense Pierced the heart Blackened arrows fall Not on a string Though I will sing What's about me Hidden cleverly I'll shoot shoot shoot you down