The Shooter

The Magic Numbers

No one move, 
There's a dancer in the dark 
Would it all make sense 
If you pick her up and pull her apart? 
No one sees, 
There's a flicker in the spark 
Get on your hands and knees, 
Praying Jesus this is not who we are 

No one speak of the reading in the cards 
It could all make sense 
If the reason to believe in was ours 
No one leave as I shoot her 
Through the heart 
Would it all make sense 
If you picked her up 
And pulled her apart? 

Who goes there? 

In the fields I walked the valleys below 
Beneath the leaves, lie down 
It was painless 
In the back of the car 
She kept the light on 

No one sees, 
There's a shooter in the dark 
What if we face the wall, 
Will they all come running... 
And if you just play dead? 
Would it all make sense 
If you picked her up 
And pulled her apart? 
Who goes there? 
In the fields I walked the valleys below 
Beneath the leaves, lie down 
It was painless 
In the shape of a girl, 
I remain nameless 

No one breathe as I shoot her 
Through the heart 
It will all make sense 
When you pick her up 
And pull her apart 
No one sees 
As I lead her through the dark