Rousseau - Nerina Pallot

A state of grace

Untouched

Untraced

A ritual of passage

And from the Earth

Unbound at birth

You came, a noble savage

Rousseau is following me, following me

Following me down to the letters

Oh, are we really born free?

Are we born free, or just born again

And you think, you feel

Yeah, you think you’ll be

Your own kind philosophy

But he’s following me

Fresh rain, like blood

Like blood upon

A stark and asphalt jungle

You sense these things

Remembering

The safety of the dark

Such fantastic beasts

Roamin' city streets

Terror takes your hand and sets you free

Rousseau is following me, following me

Following me down to the letters

Oh, are we really born free?

Are we born free, or just born again

And you think, you feel

Yeah, you think you’ll be

Your own kind philosophy

But he’s following me

(he-, he-, he-, he-, he-, he-

He-, he-, he-, he-, he-, he-)

Such fantastic beasts

Roaming city streets

Glorious machines

Sigh, release

Rousseau is following me, following me

Following me down to the letters

Oh, are we really born free?

Are we born free, or just born again

And you think, you feel

Yeah, you think you’ll be

Your own kind philosophy

But he’s following me