Green hills and enemiesnThese things they make us sentimental insidenYour words are gelignitenOr just another sentimental asidennWe're catching bullets in our teethnAnd though it's easy when you know how it's donenThey split the secret up six ways before they gave it to us just before dawnnAnd now we don't remembernnOur blood and guts are outnWe spread our bones across the table at nightnWe cut our fingers offnTo give ourselves those little extra insightsnnWe're catching bullets in our teethnAnd though they try hard not to say how it's donenThey always donThey spill the secret out six waysnAnd beg for our forgivenessnJust before dawnnAnd now we don't remembernnWe're catching bullets in our teethnIt's hard to do but they're so sweetnAnd if they take a couple outnWe try to work things outnWe catching bullets with ournHeads and hearts and all the darkest parts of usnIt's strange to find such lightnIn such endless nightnnSo sweet to lose a friendnYou leave the church and tastenThe air in your lungsnOld lies and firefliesnCarve angels on your eyesnAnd all is undonenYou whisper prayers into the darknUp to a god in whom you've never believednYou always donYou split the secret up six waysnBut it won't make it any easier to seenAnd now we don't remembernnWe're catching bullets in our teethnIts hard to do but they're so sweetnAnd if they take a couple outnWe try to work things outnWe're catching bullets with ournHeads and hearts and all the darkest parts of usnIt's strange to find such lightnIn such endless nightnWe're catching bullets in our backsnWe sent the undertaker backnInto the garden in the droughtnTo try to work things outnWe're catching bullets with the best resources that we've gotnWe're happy then again we're notnWe shout through the endless doubt