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?