Hunting Season

I heard they were shot

Their feathers were all that remained

And if they had sung I know I would feel just the same

But you, when you talk, I hang on to every word

I could write it all it's true

I could sing it back to you

Oh honey I would do anything

Tonight in your arms

To die in your arms

How I wish I could be trapped inside a cave like those poor boys on the news

Would you come and save me too?

Oh honey I would do anything

To die in your arms

Tonight in your arms

To die in your arms