Don't Follow Me - Carla Bozulich

Tickle your bones

With my last lonely finger

Heart of tarantula

A nervous bellringer

I dreamt of these things and my spirit flew out of the door

Don’t follow me no more

Don’t follow me no more

Don’t follow me no more

Don’t follow me no more

It’s only one more day 'til we reach

Untie the ropes, you’re no longer tied to me

Give the gone little thing, their sails are singing

Little feet, little feet, the bells are ringing

I dreamt of these things and my spirit flew out of the door

Don’t follow me no more

Don’t follow me no more

Don’t follow me no more

Don’t follow me no more

I’m no longer looking for clues on the ground

No longer heeding the dangerous sounds

Not even smelling for death in the wind

Not looking for paw prints or a hole to crawl in

To get safe

To get safe

To get safe

To get safe

I dreamt of these things and my spirit flew out of the door

Don’t follow me no more

Don’t follow me no more

Don’t follow me no more

Don’t follow me no more

Those fingers keep spinning

Keep spinning, keep spinning

Keep spinning, dream of spinning

Dream of spinning, dream of spinning

Dream of spinning, and dream of spinning

Dream of spinning, and dream of spinning

I dreamt of these things and my spirit flew out of the door

Don’t follow me no more

Don’t follow me no more

Don’t follow me no more

Don’t follow me no more

No more

No more

No more

No more