Arrow

When you were the age fifteen, 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

He'll sow his seeds into mine and we will grow

And we will grow and let our bodies entwine

We wouldn't fail, but be anything else but real