Shooting Arrows

It buries deeper than you think
All the nonsense words you speak
They mean nothing at all to me, all your ideas have gone to sleep

I know the part you like to play
But if just once you took me aside
Remind me of the deal we made protecting you from this

I've been through all this before
All these ifs and buts and maybes
But I just picked up on the question, the question you're trying to ask


Screeching cars round corners
The far off sound of lovers
Walk the streets of Manchester
Then together again in Westminster
If you're thinking what I'm thinking
We'd better put our heads together
Leads me to the question - the question your trying to ask