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 for 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
Tonight in your arms

To die in your arms
To die in your arms
In your arms
To die in your arms