all these walking thoughts

i feel like i'm fire

don't say another word

seems the more exquisite love

and the more exquisite hurt

oh

i could live a lifetime

trying to understand and learn

but some things are too damn deep

to make sense of

girl

ah

ah

well

i've learnt the saplings sweet

where the gentle songbird sings

then there's a blood-red paradox

at the bloody heart of things

and all these walking thoughts

oh

darling

i can't shake them free

i wish that they were you

walking into me

darling

please

please

please

would you follow me

please

please

please?

would you follow me down this street?

would you follow me

please?

well

maybe i'm just proud

i never learnt to turn around

and i know that table well

it just devours its devout

but i'm already leaving

do you feel the irony?

you may have slipped the knife

but i can be the end of me

darling

please

please

please

would you follow me

please

please

please?

would you follow me down this street?

would you follow me

please?

darling

please

please

please

would you follow me

please

please

please?

would you follow me down this street?

would you follow me?