Facing The Porch – Letras de Sudden Death In France

Your arrow and my head
an apple which sits on top of my skull
Lets go you, im tired and dead
Small imprints cover my hand
Dont stop, stop thinking about starting to stop, but stop
starting to think about me

Stop trying so hard but ease your fingertips off the string
keep both eyes open and aim for my neck
Just another fruit you've managed to rot into everything
else you've left with a perfect apple on its corpse

Save the laugh left in me
for another shot
at hitting a bullseye you already missed
and missing it once at a time.
let me gather together, im a total mess
find a common ground and always aim from there
until you pierce the skin

What would you do?
would you aim for my chest and pierce my lungs?
with an apple on my head
it tears the pain away
whether I'm crazy or not, I may die today
But tomorow you wont remember my name

dont stare, stop staring at me ill stare at you
until the sun comes up and shines on our faces.
Cant stare, wont squint
the muscles push and the light pours inside the
pupils of our eyes and blinds the thought of you