If you're uncomfortable with silence Let me shower you with these silly violets You can listen to the petals as they spin And they settle on your skin, oh I'll settle on your skin, oh I'll settle on your skin, oh I'll settle on your skin, oh But my voice is tired, and my voice is rough And my arms are tired, and my eyes are... It's the kind of day Where lovers stay home I know you know the pain I know you know the pain of entering your name Into the lottery again and again And, oh, I know, oh, I know I'll settle on your skin, oh I'll settle on your skin, oh I'll settle for your skin, oh I'll settle on your skin, oh I'll settle on your skin, oh I'll settle on your skin, oh I'll settle on your skin, oh My voice is tired, my voice is rough My arms are tired, and my aim is off So get ready I am the ice And I am the volcano Que sera sera I am the bow and I am the arrow