We Are To Follow Lyrics - The Great Depression - Blindside

These streets are as cold and wet 

As my eyes, flesh and bones are longing home 

I was taken out of context 

And to think 

You had me not speaking for a month or two 

But it's not you, I know 

It's just me waiting 

Waiting for the sun to come out 

We are to follow, what if I could stand still and get moved? 

We are to follow, we are nothing running blind 

We are to follow, we are so sick of it now 

We are to follow, but I'm scared to be left behind 

We are to follow, nothing now 

The TV dies more and more for each day 

And the beauty of your eyes 

(In my hand) 

Makes the flashing lights behind me 

On the wall look even more pale 

Four o'clock and the sky is getting red 

And here I am, just me waiting 

Waiting for the sun to come out 

I'm throwing myself at you 

And I'm holding on for dear life 

Can I scream out of tune in this choir? 

God help me scream 

What if I would stand still and get moved