BROKEN ARROW

A broken arrow never holds the line
Pain and sorrow always on his mind
He’s looking like a kamikaze pilot in love

Rain on the city, falling like confetti at a funeral
Preacher men they hold their own private dollar
Flags on their chests

One shot, one love, two holes in the wall
One shot, one love, he’s not trembling at all
She did not even scream

His old radio is playing that old song full of sorrow :
Mr Orbison is waiting for his girlfriend to come back one day

A broken arrow never holds the line
Pain and sorrow always in his mind
He’s looking like a kamikaze pilot in love

One shot, one love, two holes in the wall
One shot, one love, he’s not trembling at all
She did not even scream