Green hills and enemies   These things they make us sentimental inside   Your words are gelignite   Or just another sentimental aside      We're catching bullets in our teeth   And though it's easy when you know how it's done   They split the secret up six ways before they gave it to us just before dawn   And now we don't remember      Our blood and guts are out   We spread our bones across the table at night   We cut our fingers off   To give ourselves those little extra insights      We're catching bullets in our teeth   And though they try hard not to say how it's done   They always do   They spill the secret out six ways   And beg for our forgiveness   Just before dawn   And now we don't remember      We're catching bullets in our teeth   It's hard to do but they're so sweet   And if they take a couple out   We try to work things out   We catching bullets with our   Heads and hearts and all the darkest parts of us   It's strange to find such light   In such endless night      So sweet to lose a friend   You leave the church and taste   The air in your lungs   Old lies and fireflies   Carve angels on your eyes   And all is undone   You whisper prayers into the dark   Up to a god in whom you've never believed   You always do   You split the secret up six ways   But it won't make it any easier to see   And now we don't remember      We're catching bullets in our teeth   Its hard to do but they're so sweet   And if they take a couple out   We try to work things out   We're catching bullets with our   Heads and hearts and all the darkest parts of us   It's strange to find such light   In such endless night   We're catching bullets in our backs   We sent the undertaker back   Into the garden in the drought   To try to work things out   We're catching bullets with the best resources that we've got   We're happy then again we're not   We shout - through the endless doubt