All These Walking Thoughts

I feel like I'm on fire
Don't say another word
It seems the more exquisite love
Then the more exquisite hurt
Oh, I could live a lifetime
Trying to understand and learn
But some things are too damn deep
To make sense of, girl

Well, I've learned the serpent sleeps
Where the gentle songbird sings
That there's a blood-red paradox
At the bloody heart of things
And all these walking thoughts
Oh, darling, I can't shake them free
I wish that they were you
Walking next to me

Darling, please, please, please
Would you follow me please, please, please?
Would you follow me down this street?
Would you follow me please?

Well, maybe I'm just proud
I never learned to turn around
And I know that table well
It just devours its devout
But I'm already leaving
Do you feel the irony?
You may have slipped the knife
But I can be the end of me

Darling, please, please, please
Would you follow me please, please, please?
Would you follow me down this street?
Would you follow me please?
Darling, please, please, please
Would you follow me please, please, please?
Would you follow me down this street?
Would you follow me?