The Archer

Wasted on the floor again and no one seems to mind
I can go back out and that would take up too much time
I'm still busy callin out your name wide eyed and face down on the pine
How I miss the colors of the leaves that grow in spring
cnd how you used to dance upon the rain and I would sing
How i'd give most anything to watch you twirl around for one more time

I need more time
I need more time

This is how you turned me to the archer from the arched
This is where you turned me to the marksman from the marked
This is how I learnt how to take the arrows in my back
cnd shoot them at the stars
But how they all just circle back and meet me at the start
cnd how they hit me hard enough to question who you are
cnd how you got so close to me
cnd how you got so far

I need more time
I need more time
I need more time
I need more time

The shrapnel of my faith in you is cutting through my skin
cnd somewhere in the mess around my body it begins
cnd I don't see an end to this
So I'll enjoy the fire

I need more time
I need more time
I need more time
I need more time