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 through late december
I know what I'm here for
Follow, follow me


Moving on
Don't belong



My life turned into a mall

Every line is in the song
Follow me out of the fall


What an actor, what a show
Going through some holy motions
The bands are sharp but the singers slow

Everything must go

I know what I'm here for


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
Follow, follow me