Waxwing Spanish Quartet Lyrics:
How the god is mixed in
The evil it does blend
In this drink that we all taste.
And when the bottle is gone
I hope I can look upon
All that I've done with a smile
And bright and overflowing eyes,
Reflecting upon all they've seen
[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/TQQE ]With the same glow as the
Child born March 8th 1977.
Please make my arrow shoot straight
I'm tired of all the shots that missed
It's one thing that I won't miss
Betrayal in a kiss.
When I finally hit my target
There were four hands that held the bow
And I realized I am not alone
I am not the only archer
Not alone with crooked arrows
Not alone with these crooked arrows.
Lyrics: Spanish Quartet, Waxwing [end]