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