We don't swallow cigarettes Breaking windows, climbing trees Don't follow me now Don't follow me In your closet, yes they're there Oh well but they believe Yes they are believers Oh they believe, oh they believe Maybe it's all in my head When I dream, I dream I'm still in bed So you'll see now So you'll see I kiss you somewhere in between All the dark rooms where we meet Don't follow me now, don't follow me Don't follow me now, don't follow me My God we're on our bended knees But we don't know what it means Far beyond your yellow eyes there's something there that you can't see Don't follow me