No I don't don't know what God knows
Cause He Hasn't said my name
Gonna shoot my Golden Arrows
Gonna shoot them just the same
No I don't don;t know what God knows
Cause He hasn't said my name
Gonna shoot my Golden Arrows
Gonna shoot my Golden Arrows

Arrows
Arrows
Arrows
Arrows

Mr. Lif:
Orion [bad word] 
To let us slip by him
And eyeing
The horizon
We're vyin
To try and
Pry inside of
Zion
Denying a Siren
Sent by Poseidon
To slide in guiding
Demise and
Advising that we should walk
Instead of gliding
Providing
vibrant [bad word] of colors
From Mount Olympus I sling this
Angry as Mingus it lingers
Various thinkers admit this
So witness
Fitness
From linguist
What Lif is
Dissolving limits
And it's
Intended
Invented
Now infinite
I sent it demented
And lent it
To senates
Who pretended
They get it
But didn't really earn
The merits
Demerits
Inherit
Spirits of the clearest
Purest souls
Which unfolds the scrolls
That hold
Wisdom of old
And so...
The story closes
With no known opposers
The prose is
What imposes
On posers
And bulldozes
Notice the focus
And hope is
Loaded in this arrow
That'll
Rattle any pharos
Decadent charm
Set the alarm
Launch then bomb

Jen:
Staring at the sun
Something has begun
I can see we're aleady there

Staring at the sun
Feeling all this love
I can see we're already there

Gonna shoot my Golden Arrows
Gonna shoot my Golden Arrows
Gonna shoot my Golden Arrows
Gonna shoot my Golden Arrows