Follow Me (Rheon Iwan)

Set off tomorrow well I wish you well With your hand full of wild flowers on the road to hell Follow me I 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 righteous land Where all your fears are in your eyes All your foes are on your side Well I set off this morning with you thank you sweet For the slither of alcohol to ground my fear Follow me now I understand Follow me wont you hold my hand Cause threes 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 my sweet part is out 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 cake house to feel I’m 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