Song Description

A rock song about the lessons of an animal and a reminder that life is a fragile gift.

Lyrics

I am a follower of everything you do
My loving predator, you?ll know this when I?m through:
That you are the only one with whom I know any sense of unity
I long to tell you my funny little dream.

The two of us were dead, though nothing really changed
You were the perfect one and I was still deranged
So there we stood, apparitions
Poised to pounce on the unlucky ones
Dreamt I was aimed at them out of my control, Perry.

I am a follower wherever you may be
My precious predator you?re perfect, I can see.
And I see all things were born to die
As you lick your fur and wipe it dry
Perry, I?ve had so much die on me, too.

I am a worshipper, no matter where you are
Never let you fall behind, nor lead by very far
And as the worms draw ever close
They can tell we?re only animals
But I dreamt I could keep you alive indefinitely?

So I?ve heard it told-
All lives love or otherwise must grow cold.
All hands must hold them
And all lines must cross through you.
I cross through you too, Perry.

I am a follower of everything you do