Like an Arrow

Is time the arrow, or the wind that is pierced in its flight

And is life a mountain, or the rain that is carving its side

Is today a confession, or the wages of sin

Is memory a portrait, or a canvas to paint over again

If I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow

I'll have to climb 'til the path is narrow

I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow

I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow

How do you swim in starlight, if the stars are shy of your gaze

They only gleam in the corner of your eye if you'll just look away

"What in the world were you made for?", is a question that silently tells

Much more than it was asking, much more than you knew that you felt

If I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow

I'll have to climb 'til the path is narrow

I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow

I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow

If I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow

I'll have to climb 'til the path is narrow

I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow

I wanna fly through the wind like an arrow