Текст песни Behind the Armory

Flies in amber, sand in soap Brass trapped in the glass Tongue-tied, I cut and run Fleeing ever faster Behind the armory I will never let you see Behind the armory Still, I want you to love me Sleeping giant, Joan of Arc Fold me in your grace From the garbage to the stars We'll make new constellations Behind the armory Still, I want you to love me Still, I want you to love me Through the vines and the street Slants the light and the heat As narrow as the archer’s window grows But it’s a rare stone In a century thrown to me Through the vines from the streets Slants the light and the heat As narrow as the archer’s window grows Behind the armory I will never let you see Behind the armory Still, I want you to love me Still, I want you to love me