Arrowhead Lyrics - Wovenhand - Woven Hand

do tell 

how is 

the little pilgrims progress 

does he endeavour to perservere 

close mantled to knives and kisses 

just like 

when you were here 

what little he had 

from him it was taken 

for in the small things he could not be trusted 

arrowhead 

arrowhead 

run motor city rusted 

nailed to the floor by an old time gaze 

who is who was who is to come 

given to other lips 

spoken on other tounges 

where are you and where have you been 

hold fast hold fast 

till he come again 

would it do 

would it do any good 

to be able to remember 

the white of the page 

the black of the ink 

thrown overboard lest the whole ship sink 

you talk this way 

as you go walkin 

weavin your way through the straw 

it comes so slow 

and leaves so quick 

under grace 

we strike the striken law