All These Walking Thoughts - Roo Panes

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?