Rousseau Songtext
von Nerina Pallot

A state of grace
Untouched, untraced
A ritual of passage
And from the earth
Unbound at birth
You came a noble savage

Whose soul is following me
Following me
Following me down to the letters
Oh, are we really born free?
Are we born free or just born again?
And you think you feel
Yeah, you think you′ll be
Your own kind philosophy
But he's following me


Fresh rain like blood
Like blood upon
A stark and aspid jungle
You sense these things
Remembering the safety of the dark

Such fantastic beasts
Roam in city streets
Terror takes your hand
And sets you free

Whose soul is following me
Following me
Following me down to the letters
Oh, are we really born free?
Are we born free or just born again?
And you think you feel
Yeah, you think you′ll be
Your own kind philosophy
But he's following me

Such fantastic beasts
Roam in city streets
Glorious machines
Sirens


Whose soul is following me
Following me
Following me down to the letters
Oh, are we really born free?
Are we born free or just born again?
And you think you feel
Yeah, you think you'll be
Your own kind philosophy
But he′s following me