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: