Follow Close
Sophie Woodhouse
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ahh, ahh, ahh)
(Ahh, ahh ahh)
Follow close to me
Towards the setting sun
I see nothing
Before the day is done
Would you answer me
If I were to call?
I feel nothing when I fall
Pick the petals off the closest rose to you
Does she look the same? Does she love you, too?
Would you follow me
Towards the setting sun?
I am nothing
'Til the day is done