Chris Cleverley - The Arrows and the Armour Lyrics

Dear Gods; I'm sending a note to request
That the methods you use could be altered next time.
Cause the arrow you sent it went in through my stomach
And it's pierced the lining, now I'm sick all the time
From the peeling and the burning and the pace of the churning;
The nervous feeling of butterflies flying.
They must have flown in through the hole that it made
And stayed for the duration of this curious time.

You and I are lovers for the length of the time
That it takes for the fates to decide in their minds
Over maybe some days or even weeks at a time
Until it transpires that everything is fine.

So later this week I'll trek into the mountains
To beg the high priestess for an hour of her time
And I will stare in through her frosted glass mirror
To try and descry some discernible signs

That You and I will still be lovers for the length of the time
That it takes for the fates to decide in their minds
Over maybe some days or even weeks at a time
Until it transpires that everything is fine

Make no illusion, no delusions of grandeur
Reverberate proudly round the corners of my mind.
You see me tonight in my purest of forms
With my weapons dispersed and my armour declined.
So as we lie naked, our fears for now abated,
With innards exposed and our limbs intertwined
I can't help but feeling there's something more sacred here
Than ever we'll realise, but never you mind.