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 St 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, 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.