Being Followed Home

I’m being followed home,
I’m being followed home,
I don’t know what for,
I don’t know by whom.
The smell of your dress,
a face in the rain,
the pavement shines wet
in focus again.
Oh…
oh…
oh…
oh.
In a dead seaside town
I tried to change my mind
for a well-balanced view
that was not mine to find.
Heaven knows, all your
stars are on show, they last a lifetime,
and your hands leave their
marks in the sand, they last for ever,
for ever.
It’s clear to me:
you fit so perfectly
…

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Artist: PULP
Track Name: Being Followed Home