Follow The Sound - Smoking Popes

If we hold on to each other while we die

Then together through a heaven we will fly

Maybe we could share a place somewhere beyond

Maybe I’ll wind up Chinese and you’ll be blonde

We should figure out a signal we can find

If the light we’re heading into makes us blind

If at first it seems as though I’m not around

Follow the sound, follow the sound

If we’re wrapped around each other as we lie

We’ll be married in the world beyond the skies

We can share whatever path we’re traveling on And the nightmares of this world will all be gone

But if we get separated in between

And not one familiar face can there be seen

If at first it seems as though I’m not around

Follow the sound, follow the sound