Lucie, Too
Brad Hale, KC Rae
I have gone from four to one
In the past seven months
And I can’t afford to lose anymore
But I will keep you company
Until you go to sleep
Cause you’ve been everything good to me
Father tell us all
Where you found her
Since the day the pattern formed
In December
The math doesn’t add up
Or match with the language of
Books that I’ve read
Or the things that you said
I’ll leave this with the darker night
I carried you inside
And know that it will find me in time
You were too small
I should have known
Not to leave you alone
The morning
It told me
"You take what you can get
And you die with it"
Father tell us all
Where you found her
Since the day the pattern formed
In December
Father tell us all
Where you found her
Since the day the pattern formed
In December