Arrow
When you were the age 15 they shot the arrow at youYou put that arrow inbecame an angel tooBut you were proud to be you,
When you made a pact with hima secret that you'd keepThat you'd forget that sincould be so warm, so free!That you could find such release.
My dear St Sebastian, in every breath we complete....
The meaning of our truththe meaning of our designThat I could be a sonand someone's son I'd findTo be the one, to be the one, man, man of mine.From a boy, from a son, into the man, man of mine.
E-oh e-oh, e-oh e-oh, he'll sow his seeds into mine,and we will grow, and we will grow just as our bodies entwine.E-oh e-oh, e-oh e-oh!
We wouldn't fail but be anything else but real.