Bullets (Tunng)

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