Spanish Quartet Lyrics - Waxwing

How the god is mixed in 

The evil it does blend 

In this drink that we all taste. 

And when the bottle is gone 

I hope I can look upon 

All that I've done with a smile 

And bright and overflowing eyes, 

Reflecting upon all they've seen 

With the same glow as the 

Child born March 8th 1977. 

Please make my arrow shoot straight 

I'm tired of all the shots that missed 

It's one thing that I won't miss 

Betrayal in a kiss. 

When I finally hit my target 

There were four hands that held the bow 

And I realized I am not alone 

I am not the only archer 

Not alone with crooked arrows 

Not alone with these crooked arrows.