These streets are as cold and wet   As my eyes, flesh and bones are longing home   I?Was taken out of context   And to think you had me not speaking for a month or two   But it's not You I know   It's just me waiting   Waiting for the sun to come out      We are to follow   What if I could stand still and get moved      We are to follow    We are nothing running blind    We are to follow   We are so sick of it now   We are to follow   But I'm scared to be left behind   We are to follow    Nothing now      The TV dies more and more for each day   And the beauty of Your eyes (in my head)    Makes the flashing lights behind me on the wall look even more pale   Four 'o clock and the sky is getting red   And here I am, just me waiting   Waiting for the sun to come out      I'm throwing myself at you    And I'm holding on for dear life   Can I scream out of tune in this choir   God help me scream      What if I would stand still and still get moved    By You