Follow Me

Set off tomorrow well I wish you well

With your hand full 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 wont you hold my hand

Cause threes 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 taste so sweet

Cause 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 side