You were the archer and I was the bow, though it always seems to go that I am the target as your gaze, sweeps me against the wall Into the pilot of a plane, but not just to run away When I know you chase me down, just to keep this jigsaw round. Keep me from acting like a work in progress, and always pointing western for the truth in all the vines, they finally seem to intertwine But I should've learned how this system run, before this cycle begun And there were a hundred generations below, you were ann bolyn, and I was the Buffalo ♪ You were the knife that cut so deep, I bled for fifty weeks And I think I'm still bleeding now, but I've learned to get around Learned how to poison all them pills, cure all the earthly ills Flat on my back against the slightest breeze, so I can wake up in the lakeshore reeds Keep me from acting like a work in progress, and always pointing western for the truth in all the vines, they finally seem to intertwine But I should've learned how this system run, before this cycle begun And there were a hundred generations below, you were ann bolyn, and I was the Buffalo You were the fabled arts, and I was the commoner you were the populace, and I was hypocrisy You were the dungeoness, and I was the widower you were ann bolyn, and I was the buffalo