Arrow and Bow - La Guerre

We speak in code

in a language neither one of us knows

every hello, hello, hello

and now I carry the tension of arrow and bow

all of the travel I have known

days tend to waste til you know they are gone

what little remains is the thing that has grown

when every thought that I think’s not my own

and every film I devour has a commentator

from the past conversations that surfaced that surfaced so fast

yet the curious part, the real cause for alarm

isn’t that I can’t hear it again, but that it never left

if i’d any use in these arms, i’d extend them to you

but they’ve atrophied, are tied to me

and i’ve arranged this house the way I dreamed about

over 7 years spent shifting chairs around

just to sit myself back down

it’s an excellent environment to hide from a crowd

so please don’t point me out

the attention, it’s far too loud

and every look i acquire comes with impotent words

from the past conversations that hurt, it hurts, it hurts