Lyrics

I spoke with a killer again last night
his face was honest and his eyes were bright
he told me I was alright as we stood in the midst of his dirty work
the ashes covered my shoes and he told me where we were
and I said hold on, my friend

it was a street, that was all too familiar to me
I think I have a friend who said he’d been there once before
I wondered what went wrong something petty something small
somebody done me wrong, now I gotta pay em back ten fold

you are my,
you are my bow and arrow,
my other side
The capable reflection
Pull the string and come around
With the bow and arrow

I didn’t ask him why, my friend
I didn’t want to know about the bow and arrow
why did you bring me here, my friend, I didn’t have to know
about your bow and arrow

the house it burned to the ground the man inside he must’ve been screaming
a skull lie there on the ground, no one else had seen him yet but me
and the man responsible
I don’t know who he was
I didn’t want to know
but he said it all comes around, to the bow and arrow

why you want a torment me?
why you got a bring me down?
why did I have to see?
the bow and arrow