Bullets (Live from the BBC)
Green hills and enemies
These things, they make us sentimental inside
Your words are gelignite
Or just another sentimental aside
We're catching bullets in our teeth
And though it's easy if you know how it's done
They split the secret up six ways
Before they gave it to us just before dawn
And now we don't remember
Our blood and guts are out
We spread our bones across the table at night
We cut our fingers off
To give ourselves those little extra insights
We're catching bullets in our teeth
And though they try hard not to say how it's done
They always do
They spill the secret out six ways
And beg for our forgiveness just before dawn
And now we don't remember
We're catching bullets in our teeth
It's hard to do, but they taste sweet
And if they take a couple out, we try to work things out
We're catching bullets with our heads and hearts
And all the darkest parts of us
It's strange to find such light in such endless night
So sweet to lose a friend
You leave the church and taste the air in your lungs
Old lies and fireflies
Carve angels on your eyes, and all is undone
You whisper prayers into the dark
Up to a god in whom you've never believed
You always do
You split the secret up six ways
But it won't make it any easier to see
And now we don't remember
We're catching bullets in our teeth
It's hard to do, but they're so sweet
And if they take a couple out, we try to work things out
We're catching bullets with our heads and hearts
And all the darkest parts of us
It's strange to find such light in such endless night
We're catching bullets in our backs
We sent the undertaker back
Into the garden, in the drought to try to work things out
We're catching bullets with the best resources that we've got
We're happy, then again we're not
We shout through the endless doubt
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
These things, they make us sentimental inside
Your words are gelignite
Or just another sentimental aside
We're catching bullets in our teeth
And though it's easy if you know how it's done
They split the secret up six ways
Before they gave it to us just before dawn
And now we don't remember
Our blood and guts are out
We spread our bones across the table at night
We cut our fingers off
To give ourselves those little extra insights
We're catching bullets in our teeth
And though they try hard not to say how it's done
They always do
They spill the secret out six ways
And beg for our forgiveness just before dawn
And now we don't remember
We're catching bullets in our teeth
It's hard to do, but they taste sweet
And if they take a couple out, we try to work things out
We're catching bullets with our heads and hearts
And all the darkest parts of us
It's strange to find such light in such endless night
So sweet to lose a friend
You leave the church and taste the air in your lungs
Old lies and fireflies
Carve angels on your eyes, and all is undone
You whisper prayers into the dark
Up to a god in whom you've never believed
You always do
You split the secret up six ways
But it won't make it any easier to see
And now we don't remember
We're catching bullets in our teeth
It's hard to do, but they're so sweet
And if they take a couple out, we try to work things out
We're catching bullets with our heads and hearts
And all the darkest parts of us
It's strange to find such light in such endless night
We're catching bullets in our backs
We sent the undertaker back
Into the garden, in the drought to try to work things out
We're catching bullets with the best resources that we've got
We're happy, then again we're not
We shout through the endless doubt
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lewis Lindsay, Ashley Bates, Philip David Winter, Samuel Jonah Genders, Martin Bradley Smith, Rebecca Jacobs
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Other Album Tracks
- Take (Live from the BBC)
- Bullets (Live from the BBC)
- Jenny Again (Live from the BBC)
- Tamatant Tilay (Live from the BBC)
- Beautiful & Light (Live from the BBC)
- Hustle (Live from the BBC)
- With Whiskey (Live from the BBC)
- Jay Down (Live from the BBC)
- Pioneers (Live from the BBC)
- Naked in the Rain (Live from the BBC)
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