[Lyrics and Melodies by Mark Boals / Music by Tony MacAlpine] [2002 Boalsongs BMI / Eyes on the Prize BMI] Archipelagic Counter attraction tactics Science
: [Lyrics and Melodies by Mark Boals / Music by Tony MacAlpine] [2002 Boalsongs BMI / Eyes on the Prize BMI] Archipelagic Counter attraction tactics
Well I believe there's someone watching over you They're watching every single thing you say And when you die, they'll set you down and take you through
When everybody dies around you, from someone else's gun It really makes you stop and think about the years to come Something good had to happen to the
If you should be the last autumn leaf Hanging from the tree I'll still be here waiting on the breeze To bring you down to me And if it takes forever
Hold the phone, where's the fire? Call the preacher we must pray Round up the kids 'cause this is Not your average wedding day What do we have? Seven
She said, "Catch me if you can You better plan, gentlemen" So the story goes Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary Set 'em afloat
You lean forward to go You pull back to go slow These are the horse basics You should know There's no use to wait A girl and her horse will never separate
Intro: Have you heard? Have you heard? Have you heard? Have you heard? Haaaaaaaavvvvveeeeeee Have you heard about the big strong man He lived
I fell in love with another man's woman Another man's woman's got a hold on me I'm on my knees, I cannot see She came out of the sun just like a deity
Shuffle in the feet, thrive alive Viking confident, am lucky I Doomsday, a pillage-plunder magna cum laude Solar flare, an eye-spy with a panavision glare
How was I to know? How was I to feel? You're leaving all the lights on, you want me to reveal Everything that I hide from the bright light's glow Letting
Shot, take it in, shot of indigo Shot, take it in, shot of indigo Shot, take it in, shot of indigo Shot, take it in, shot of indigo American tale What
Caught a red moon rise, brought me to our lives We used to drive this blue ridge laughing The red star is Mercury or Venus to tell the truth, don't really
There's a place we hide true selves Shine them into golden awe Clandestine, I, charade, shadow the midnight Hide, muddle the meaning, Hide, muddle the
She longs for peace, it's her revenge She's a stark white pale horse rider and hell's just around the bend She's kids to raise, she got bills to feed
A monster used to chase me Used to jump from the top of my stairs I used to sit in the rain on the wet leaves On top of the shed roof (If my mother knew
