Pull the bow and let go
'Cause whichever way is straight
I become an arrow and fly
To a sunflower blooming somewhere

Pull the bow and let go
'Cause whichever way, will find it
I become an arrow and go
To a sunflower blooming somewhere

Up, down, across, and then
West, east, north and then
Front, back, side and then
Right, left, middle

There is someone facing the same way
There is someone with the same smile, with the same laugh