Magic Arrow Songtext
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Magic Arrow Songtext
Mystic palm, gem and tarot
A few escape your magic arrow
I saw you reel them in for miles
Each captivated crooked smile
And you know you can′t heal them all
Your double diamond disposition
Refractions of your centre prism
Your magic arrow flies precision
And you saw it from that vantage point
Perimeter scratched on the nation's native hide
And we saw those Christian clippers glide
Over white caps and white sails high
Over white knuckles
I was fine ′til I saw the pale horse ride
And open up it's gait across the ocean floor
You were fine 'til you saw the white rider take
And take some more
Our mother′s milk double pharaoh
A few escape your magic arrow
And with a Christ as bayonet
Oh, you siphoned off the hellion′s threats
And even in your ghastly visions
Your magic arrow flies precision
Whistles fly like a boiling potion
Charges like a locomotive
And you saw it from that vantage point
Perimeter scratched on the nation's native hide
And we saw those Christian clippers glide
Over white caps and white sails and high
Over white knuckles
And you were fine ′til you saw the pale horse ride
Open up it's gait across the ocean floor
You were fine ′til you saw the white rider take
And take some more
A few escape your magic arrow
I saw you reel them in for miles
Each captivated crooked smile
And you know you can′t heal them all
Your double diamond disposition
Refractions of your centre prism
Your magic arrow flies precision
And you saw it from that vantage point
Perimeter scratched on the nation's native hide
And we saw those Christian clippers glide
Over white caps and white sails high
Over white knuckles
I was fine ′til I saw the pale horse ride
And open up it's gait across the ocean floor
You were fine 'til you saw the white rider take
And take some more
Our mother′s milk double pharaoh
A few escape your magic arrow
And with a Christ as bayonet
Oh, you siphoned off the hellion′s threats
And even in your ghastly visions
Your magic arrow flies precision
Whistles fly like a boiling potion
Charges like a locomotive
And you saw it from that vantage point
Perimeter scratched on the nation's native hide
And we saw those Christian clippers glide
Over white caps and white sails and high
Over white knuckles
And you were fine ′til you saw the pale horse ride
Open up it's gait across the ocean floor
You were fine ′til you saw the white rider take
And take some more
Writer(s): Taylor William Kirk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com