Arrows Of Desire - Matthew Good

On a ruined wind

To see our promise right in front of you

Silver barbs to crash the heart

Those gates so irremovable

Oh we can beg, we will bend again

Oh we can beg that we will bend again

Up in thin air we lie in wait

Held to loose

Wait for the word to come and then to hell with you

Over the fire a time to bear what those below await

Here’s my golden spear

Here’s my cold despair

Up in thin air we lie in wait