Rousseau Lyrics & Chords By Nerina Pallot

A state of grace
Untouched, untraced -
A ritual of passage.
And from the earth,
Unbound by 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
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 roaming 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
You think you'll be
Your own kind philosophy
But he's following me.

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
You think you'll be
Your own kind philosophy
But he's following me.