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: