Текст песни Rousseau (Rerecorded) - 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