Falling Up "Arc to Archtilles" |
The archers come to the edge of ferns The wind it floats so cold with words You're in and out of sleep tonight It led you to the shed to hide Breathing in the dark They're finding where you are If you are, then you know the phone's tapped The last of the maps are breaking codes You've seen the night thieves Like sharpened knife bleeds through The moon shows that you're in reverse Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |