Texty: James. Fresh As a Daisy: the Singles. I Know What I'm Here For.
What a life, a trick of light then everything returns to the sea
You can have whatever you want but are you disciplined enough to be free?
Turning love into a chore promises come cheap dear reader
Another page, another door, follow, follow me
I know what I'm here for hanging on through late December
I know what I'm here for follow, follow me, follow me
Moving on, don't belong, my life turned into a mall
Every line is in the song, follow me out of the fall
What an actor, what a show, going through some holy motions
The bands are sharp but the singers slow everything must go
I know what I'm here for hanging on through late December
I know what I'm here for follow, follow me, follow me
Follow me
Souvenirs, polygraph tests, photographs fresh from the wreck
What a poster saint he'll make in one take, one take
I know what I'm here for hanging on through late December
I know what I'm here for follow, follow me, follow me
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
You can have whatever you want but are you disciplined enough to be free?
Turning love into a chore promises come cheap dear reader
Another page, another door, follow, follow me
I know what I'm here for hanging on through late December
I know what I'm here for follow, follow me, follow me
Moving on, don't belong, my life turned into a mall
Every line is in the song, follow me out of the fall
What an actor, what a show, going through some holy motions
The bands are sharp but the singers slow everything must go
I know what I'm here for hanging on through late December
I know what I'm here for follow, follow me, follow me
Follow me
Souvenirs, polygraph tests, photographs fresh from the wreck
What a poster saint he'll make in one take, one take
I know what I'm here for hanging on through late December
I know what I'm here for follow, follow me, follow me
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
Fresh As a Daisy: the Sing