Bullets

Green hills and enemies

These things they make us sentimental inside

Your words are gelignite

Or just another sentimental aside

We're catching bullets in our teeth

And though it's easy if you know how it's done

They split the secret up six ways before they gave it

to us just before dawn

And now we don't remember

Our blood and guts are out

We spread our bones across the table at night

We cut our fingers off

To give ourselves those little extra insights

We're catching bullets in our teeth

And though they try hard not to say how it's done

They always do

They spill the secret out six ways

And beg for our forgiveness

Just before dawn

And now we don't remember

We're catching bullets in our teeth

It's hard to do but they taste sweet

And if they take a couple out

We try to work things out

We catching bullets with our

Heads and hearts and all the darkest parts of us

It's strange to find such lights

In such endless night

So sweet to lose a friend

You leave the church and taste

The air in your lungs

Old lies and fireflies

Carve angels on your eyes

And all is undone

You whisper prayers into the dark

Up to a god in whom you've never believed

You always do

You split the secret up six ways

But it won't make it any easier to see

And now we don't remember

We're catching bullets in our teeth

Its hard to do but they're so sweet

And if they take a couple out

We try to work things out

We're catching bullets with our

Heads and hearts and all the darkest parts of us

It's strange to find such lights

In such endless night

We're catching bullets in our backs

We sent the undertaker back

Into the garden in the drought

To try to work things out

We're catching bullets with the best resources that

we've got

We're happy then again we're not

We shout - through the endless doubt