Who shot that arrow in your throat? Who missed the crimson apple? It hung heavy on the tree above your head This chaos, this calamity, This garden once was perfect Give your immortality to me I'll set you up against the stars Gloria, we lied, we can't go on This is the time and this is the place to be alive Who shot that arrow in your throat? Who missed the crimson apple? And there is discord in the garden tonight The sea is wine red This is the death of beauty The doves have died And lovers have lied And then it basicly repeats itself in terms of chords with the second verse: I caught the arrow from your neck Stretched you beneath the tree Among the roots and baby's breath I covered us with silver leaves