Shoot That Poison Arrow

Why prolong the inevitable just lead the poison to the vein
is it fair to leave the clueless shivering in the rain
"it was only my heart that got broken
you must have had a pass key made out of wax"

I searched for a thousand ways to get to you
but each defense took more of my soul
like quicksand that whole got deeper
your actions mor cunning then any grim reaper in existence

Now the victim my left shell ready for port
even a bumbling barrister would be able to gain a conviction for this tort
"like a bowery bum when he finally understands
the bottle's empty and there's nothing left"

No glory will be found here I have acted all in vain
not caring or even wondering where all the pieces went to my chain
the varieties of sadness maybe lead to the same place after all
and yet this desolation appears in isolation...


Lyrics Courtesy of Mark Knopfler "Latest Trick", recorded by Dire Straits