Follower 2
(Michael Timmins)

My father's stories fell upon us,
filled us with his light
gospels, fertile minds, taking root, taking root

His pocket chain would jingle
sacramental bells
heads tucked low, sneaking peaks, sneaking peaks
and the rain come down
it's dark and the browns begin to bite
here you will always be behind me
and you will not go away

There he sleeps, an untamed land
dark corners yet discovered
his heart yet to be trod upon, trod upon

I can't bear to hear his breathing, simply knowing what's to come
I can't bear to hear your breathing, knowing what's to come, what's to come
and the rain comes down
it's dark and the browns begin to bite
here you will always be behind me
and you will not go away

and the rain comes down
it's dark and the browns begin to bite
(repeat 5 times)

Here I will always be behind you
and will never go away

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Last update: March 29, 2007
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