Valentines is a lonely place
A distant love, a persistent face
Draw the bow, aim it true
Miss your target and it comes back on you
And there’s a broken arrow on the ground
Promises lie stony cold
Light of mornings we tried to hold
Now you’re gone, now I see
A lonely prison is the price to be free
We shot a broken arrow to the sky
What were you looking for?
Something I could not give
Your parting words were question marks to me
So why did you leave?
Valentines, living still
I’d like to bury them but I never will
Call it love or a desperate need
I call it you and I call it me
You shot a broken arrow through my heart
You shot a broken arrow through my heart
Copyright by Erickson & Graham, 1997
