| Keep me under your bones | |
| Walk with me when you roam | |
| Isn't it crazy how we learn to return? | |
| Isn't it crazy how we run to trust it? | |
| So don't leave me here holding daffodils | |
| It all seems clear when | |
| I'm lying still | |
| Though you never will | |
| Keep me under your style | |
| Walk with me down the aisle | |
| Isn't it crazy how we learn to return? | |
| Isn't it crazy how we run to trust it? | |
| So don't leave me here holding daffodils | |
| It all seems clear when | |
| I'm lying still | |
| Though you never will, daffodil | |
| I will not fall | |
| I will not fall, | |
| I will not | |
| So don't leave me here holding daffodils | |
| It all seems clear when | |
| I'm lying still | |
| Though I never will, daffodil |