Smooth Arrow

Hey Mr. Man
standing in my window
calling out to your savior,
I don't believe
a word you said was ever true
but I still believe in you.

Hey there Kingly Soul
crying into the wind
trying so hard to be saved,
you're smooth as an arrow
with a head of sharpened stone.
At least you didn't die alone.

"Oh, my dear brother..."
Six shots won't bring him back.
Whoa whoa-oh whoa-oh-oh.
In your final breath you fell
from the window to the well
where blood flowed from your wounds.

Hey Mr. Man
standing in my window
calling out to your savior,
I don't believe
a word you said was ever true
but I still believe in you.

I still believe in you.