When you made a pact with him
A secret that you’d keep
That you’d forget that sin
Could be so warm, so free
That you could find such release.

My dear Sebastian, in every breath we complete

The meaning of our truth
The meaning of our design
That I could be a son
And someone’s son I’d find
To be the one, to be the one, man, man of mine
From a boy, into a son, into the man, man of mine.
E-oh e-oh, e-oh e-oh
Hell’ sow his seeds into mine
and we will grow, and we will grow just as our bodies entwine
E-oh e-oh, e-oh e-oh!
We wouldn’t fail but be anything else but real.

A C# F#m D (Repeat endlessly)