What a life, a trick of light Then everything returns to the sea
You can have whatever you want,
But are you disciplined enough to be free
Turning love into a chore
Promises come cheap dear reader
Another page
Another door
Follow, Follow me
I know what I'm here for
Hanging on till late December
I know what I'm here for
Follow, Follow me
Follow me
Moving on
I don't belong
My life turned into a mob
Every line is in the song
Follow me out of the fog
What an actor
What a show
Going through some holy motions
The band are sharp
But the singer's slow
Everything must go
I know what I'm here for
Hanging on till late December
I know what I'm here for
Follow, follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me...
Souvenirs
Polygraph tests
Photographs fresh from the wreck
What a poster saint he'll make
In one take, one take
I know what I'm here for
Hanging on till late December
I know what I'm here for
Follow, Follow me
Follow me
Follow me
Follow me...
Writer(s): Timothy Booth, James Glennie, David Baynton Power, Mark Hunter, Saul Davies
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