Fol Chen The Believers
We don't swallow cigarettes
breaking windows, climbing trees
don't follow me now
don't follow me
In your closet, yes they're there
oh well but they believe
yes they are believers
oh they believe, oh they believe
Maybe it's all in my head
when I dream, I dream I'm still in bed
so you'll see now
so you'll see
I kiss you somewhere in between
all the dark rooms where we meet
don't follow me now, don't follow me
don't follow me now, don't follow me
My God we're on our bended knees
but we don't know what it means
far beyond your yellow eyes there's something there that you can't see
Don't follow me
