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