Текст песни: Follow me (Iwan Rheon )

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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Исполнитель: Iwan Rheon

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