They Follow Me
Markus Acher
Hands, hands on a face again
I couldn't help myself but run away
Those hands ruin everything
But I'm afraid of no one else
Hands, your hands on my face again
And I can't help myself but go astray
These hands, they soothe everything
And I'm not afraid of nothing else
All the wrong things I can do
Call on me when I'm without you
All the wrong things I can do
Follow me when I'm without you
