Her Voice Is What Follows Songtext
von Lung

And all could be lost, lost
Lost in the middle of the
Tangled branches
Trapped by the river sages
And her voice is caught, caught
Singing the riddles
To the tortured dancers
Haunting the hollow

If I think real hard and get real small
I can turn to nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing at all


And she was a sign (sign), sign (sign)
Sign like a siren
With her head on fire
Screaming through wired faces
And she moved like glass (glass), glass (glass)
Shattering spaces like the
Heartless highway
Claiming the numbered

If I think real hard and get real small
I can turn to nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing at all

If I think real hard and get real small
I can turn to nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing at all
Nothing at all

Her voice is what follows
Her voice is what follows
Her voice is what follows
Me

Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all