Wine Red - The Hush Sound

Who shot that arrow in your throat?

Who missed the crimson apple?

It hung heavy on the tree above your head

This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect

Give your immortality to me;

I’ll set you up among the stars

Gloria,

We lied, we can’t go on This is the time and this is the place to be alive

Who shot that arrow in your throat?

Who missed the crimson apple?

And there is discord in the garden tonight

The sea is wine red

This is the death of beauty

The doves have died

The lovers have lied

I cut the arrow from your neck

Stretched you beneath the tree