Keane Follow

The sun bleeds in, hear the magpie sing for sorrow It makes things better
Maybe well get to spread our wings tomorrow
If luck will let us
Can anyone fly into these grey skies? Is there somewhere Im meant to be?
Sea fog comes, like a river rolls a stone Its rolling me
I missed my turn in the dark - I hear your voice It makes things easy
I strayed too far from the road
Wish you could always make things easy
And I wont fight through the rising tide If thats the way it has to be
Sea fog comes, like a river rolls a stone Its rolling me
Sea fog comes, like a river rolls a stone Its rolling me
Sea fog rolling, sea fog rolling, sea fog rolling