Testo Bow & Arrow

They thought the sun would never set
But once the fear had left, they lost us all
Then they bent us like a bow, releasing the arrow
They lost us all

We’ve started looking forward instead of down
But it is what’s inside us that makes us loud
Maybe mothers bury daughters And fathers bury sons in the land they’re from

Generations of shame forced us against the grain
They lost us all
Fall from grace, the smile slips from their face
Thеy lost us all

We’ve started looking forward instеad of down
But it is what’s inside us that makes us loud
Maybe mothers bury daughters
And fathers bury sons in the land they’re from

Maybe mothers, singing softer
Maybe mothers, singing softer