Chaos Theory

You fly like an arrow I lie in the shadow Only to be blessed with silence You shoot using your licence to kill the pain 'Cause you fly an arrow Straight to my heart Blow it apart every time You go like a dream Nothing seems real Don't even know how I feel Now your shy An I'm shallow, My brain turns like a pulp of marrow, But oh no, I'm not planning to stay lost I know I could remove you from chaos But you touch me with poison Shoots to my brain Sending me crazy, insane Like some kind of marrow Give you a taste of a feeling A much brighter place You fly like an arrow I lie in the shadows Only to be blessed with silence You should use your licence to kill the pain 'Cause you fly an arrow Straight to my heart Blow it apart every time Though I may dream Nothing seems real You don't even know how I feel --- Chaos Theory - Badly Drawn Boy