And every morning comes too soon,
all your nights are sleepless.
Poison arrows
(to ruin your tomorrows).

Below suspicion,
cafes full of people dressed as spies;
and all I know
(is guilt to be different).

It's always raining stones
(there's a killer in my home).
In a smalltown,
everybody looks the same.

(There are unwritten rules,
unspoken words).
Should I pack my fear and go?

CHORUS
I have to leave somehow
before they run me out of town.
I have to leave somehow

And every morning comes too soon
(all your nights are sleepless).
Poison arrows,
to ruin your tomorrows.

(There are unwritten rules,
unspoken words).
Should I pack my fear and go?

CHORUS x4