It wasn’t that he had bolts in his forehead
It wasn’t that he hadn’t gotten used to that
It wasn’t that he had proud revelation
It wasn’t that he had to hurry home for that
So when the archer’s daughters fell in line
The mood inside the room quickly constricted
What is here is something planned but not anticipated
He checked his watch, the window, and ran
It wasn’t that he had cause for confession
It wasn’t that he hadn’t mounted up for that
It wasn’t that he had crowd in submission
It wasn’t that he hadn’t lied enough for that
One of the archer’s daughters to be mine
The truth inside the room was clearly scripted
What is here is something planned but not anticipated
He checked his watch and the window
What is here is something planned
Although it’s gotten out of hand
And he can’t believe the moment is upon him
Like focusing the sun through many shards of broken glass
Through the burning spot his soul must pass
It wasn’t that he had heart full of poison
It wasn’t that he hadn’t grown immune to that
It wasn’t that he had one too many voices
To point out all the things he has
And clarify the loss that’s coming
Of the archer’s daughters dear demand
