Set off tomorrow, well I wish you well With your handful of wild flowers on the road to hell
Follow me, I say, hold my hand Follow me to this righteous land Set off tomorrow on the road to hell With a picture in your pocket of the wishing well
Follow me, you say, hold my hand Follow me to righteous land Where all your fears are in your eyes All your foes are on your side
Well I set off this morning with you, thank you sweet For the slither of alcohol to ground my fear
Follow me, now I understand Follow me, won't you hold my hand
Because there's no point writing fables of how we should be When the clouds gave condensation and you hand to me
Follow me, now I understand Follow, my sweet part is out When all your fears are in your eyes All your foes are on your side
We slipped into the sun on a summer’s day Left the cake house to feel I’m dreaming away You know this morning tastes so sweet Because the ground beneath my feet and the air I breathe Well, maybe that’s something we’ll never believe When all your fears are in your eyes All your foes are on your sideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
