Can you find enough love underground
Can you feel the life upon your head without sound
Donât you wanna run away from the car
That drives you to the opposite of the far
Magical tree that doesnât want to grow
Just take my hand
You follow me, You follow me
When you get lost
Walk on the street, Walk on the street
Iâm not a ghost
You follow me, You follow me
When you get lost
You walk with me, You walk with me
When you come home
You keep drinking a bunch of sleeping pills
In a can of kerosene
Put the fire on the sofa
Watching the sun burning your feet
Itâs a shame, not a sickness
That you donât let yourself go
Off the city youâre gonna blow
Magical tree that doesnât want to grow
Just take my hand
You follow me, You follow me
When you get lost
Walk on the street, Walk on the street
Iâm not a ghost
You follow me, You follow me
When you get lost
You walk with me, You walk me
When you come home