Arrow

When you were the age 15

They shot the arrow at you

You put that arrow in

Became an angel too

But you were proud to be you

When you made a pact with him

A secret that you'd keep

That you'd forget that sin

Could be so warm, so free!

That you could find such release.

My dear Sebastian

In every breath we complete

The meaning of our truth

The meaning of our design

That I could be a son

And someone's son I'd find

To be the one, to be the one, man, man of mine

From a boy, into a son, into the man, man of mine.

E-oh e-oh, e-oh e-oh

Hell' 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.