Texty: Mundy. Raining Down Arrows. Too High.

You're too high to be that low
you're too fast to be that slow
i was lookin' up and i saw you go
i was lookin' up and i saw you go
you're to high to be that low
You're too young to be that old
you're to dear to be that sold
i threw in a bid a hunk of gold
i threw in a bit a chunk of gold
you're too young to be that old
Throw down the crutches
and walk into the night
you'll always be wrong
if you never think you're right
lying with the dogs
rising with the fleas
bouncin' off the walls
barkin' at the trees
barkin' at the trees
barkin' at the trees
You're too strong to be that weak,
you're too bred to speak that speak
i saw you in a bar speakin' nasty things
i saw you in a bar speakin' nasty things
you're too strong to be that weak