Flowers in your hair
As you're laying bare
Trough that darkness comes
For every one

Baby's coming home
Picking at your bones
What will baby find
In what she left behind

They follow this night
And might follow this day
Cold is in the air
As you're laying bare
No one ever knows 
Till it's time to go

They follow this night
And might follow this day
Trough that darkness comes
For every one
And might follow this day