Over the green night
The arrows leave tracks of warm lilies
The keel of the moon breaks purple clouds
And the quivers fill with dew
Oh, like love, the archers are blind
Oh, like love, the archers are blind
Ooh
Ooh
Over the green night
The arrows leave tracks of warm lilies
The keel of the moon breaks purple clouds
And the quivers fill with dew
Oh, like love, the archers are blind
Oh, like love, the archers are blind
Oh, like love, the archers are blind
Oh, like love, the archers are blind
