Текст песни Iwan Rheon - Follow me

Set off tomorrow well I wish you well With your handful of wild flowers on the road to hell «Follow me», you 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 this righteous land Where all your fears are in your eyes All your foes are on your side» Well I set off this morning with your «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» Cause 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 me, my sweet partisan, 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 cave, I still feel I am 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
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