Johnathan Rice Follow

When I was young I mimicked my father
I followed his shadow in the street
I would lie awake for hours
Listening to Flow's (?) Creek

I was hynotized by his deep voice
and the way him and my mother would speak
In quiet hushed voices
In words I don't understand
Talking well into the warm dark night
Touching my head with their hands

Now I'm older
and I'm affected
I'm not as genuine as I let on

And I lie to her like it's nothing at all
Some call it leading her on
Well we talk late at night
I tell her I might be in love

I say anything to make her head swim
To help me rise above

These quiet hushed voices
These words I don't understand
Talking well into the warm dark night
Holding my head in my hands

They say guilt can penetrate
the thickest walls
I say it keeps me ?
It'll get me through
another day
It'll keep them
from going

Now I'm a shadow of my former self
And I make my own way
I can't seem to get my head
to settle
Or to keep my mind
from straying

And I remember back
to days past
I never had a clue
Ever since I could think or speak
all I knew

Were these quiet hushed voices
These words I don't understand
Words I shout into the ? night
Holding my head in my hand

Well these quiet hushed voices
These words I don't understand
words I shout into the ? night
Holding my head in my hand

Quiet hushed voices
Quiet hushed voices
Quiet hushed voices