Up to the Letters

Lyrics

Two on this rock: a target and an arrogant one The reason that I crow, for some reason I may never know These are the faults of the hand: An imperfect arrow Yet these are the bones I command Ever I see them, on and on You ignored me like when we were boys The rules of survival: only the arrogant face their prey These are the wounds of my youth Ones that I still still feel: Isolation We only played your rules These are the faults of the hand: An imperfect arrow: The pencil you dug in my back Up to the letters Maybe when you've done Burning all your bridges You'll burn for me And maybe when you've done Spent all your hand You'll reach for me This is my song to the earth I'll sing it loud and clear How does one cut through the air: One disappears