Head back up

 With your sweet words

You were picking bones

In the graveyard of second chances

And I was hearing tones

Of all your rain dances

Believe me when I say

I believed in you

When the skies opened

And we were both soaked through

While I've been eating swords

You've been speaking sweet words

So why does this bitter taste

Ring true?

Should I have cocked my gun

When I saw you charging

Felled the wild beast of your intentions?

Should I have damped the powder

Of the store of your explosions

Before the whole silo blew?

While I've been eating swords

You've been speaking sweet words

I just find them both so difficult

To chew

No I don't need your company

Though I wish for a bumper crop

In the whistle down provisions

That you chose to stop

No I don't hear the thumping

Of the lucky rabbit's foot

I guess in the end the horse shoe

was facing up

While I've been eating swords

You've been speaking sweet words

But in the end when we reach the bottom

The only thing to do is head back to the top