Broken Arrow

Wheew-ooh

Wheew-ooh

Wheew-ooh

Wheew-ooh

How many times do you lose what you find?

Does your shadow keep bringing you down?

Running to grasp little memories of the past

There's a part of me that still believes that nothing's gone for good

Wheew-ooh

Everywhere you go I follow

Wheew-ooh

You treat me like a broken arrow

Wheew-ooh

I don't need this anymore

But I follow, I follow

Torn from the page like a knife cuts the rain

Every instinct screams: