Tunng

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 so sweet
And if they take a couple out
We try to work things out
We catching bullets with our
Heads and hearts and all the darkest parts of us
It's strange to find such lights
In such endless night