Silent Arrow - David Thomas Broughton

I’m not the monster I’m painted to be

I’m good right to my bones

I have not inherited your wisdom

I’ve gone out on my own

I’ve gone out on my own

Ploughed a furrow, why do we play these games?

Pause for a thought

And so it goes

And so it goes

The most ordinary thing on Earth

A cloud has ruptured above us

A crack in the skin over our town

A spell in the air that we breathe

In the air that we breathe

In the air that we breathe

In the air that we breathe

In the air that we breathe

In the air that we breathe

And in the air that we breathe

There was a time when I was the only thing that didn’t make you sad

Now you’re sad all of the time and I can’t alter that

No, I can’t alter that

A fever dips into your heart like a silent arrow

Complicates any signs of joy with a blanket sorrow

With a blanket sorrow

With a blanket sorrow

With a blanket sorrow

Blanket sorrow

With a blanket sorrow