Broken Arrow - The Cribs

On doomsday you may just see me

Sheltered under the marquee

We’ll walk back our promise

On my knees

And tarnish the twinkling

Well then I’m going to Dree

Where every leaf on every tree

Will mock me for nothing

Eternally

Find reasons eternally

Broken arrow, saw you out the back… oh

On a winters beach, drag me out to sea

'Cos you flew to far oh, for a broken arrow

Be the wreck of me, is that your fantasy?

Fledglings that I couldn’t save

Would probably be dead now anyway

I’m sorry that nothing could change your fate

Cascadia, it’s in her hands

My future in her hands

Broken arrow, saw you out the back… oh

Bleeding on the shells, sick from weaving spells

But if you don’t pull through I swear I’ll avenge you

Automatically, 'til the end of me

Broken arrow, saw you out the back… oh

On a winters beach, drag me out to sea

'Cos you flew to far oh, for a broken arrow

Be the wreck of me, is that your fantasy?