COUNTING CROWS - Babies
After you're gone, babies
ride the soft machine
threading the warm children
down the space between
into a slow heaven
hanging by a thread
leaving the still living
for the walking dead
It took so long
to find my way out of here
out of the warm night, to the hard light
shivering with fear
After you're gone, babies
crawling on the world
touching the souls of all the lonely
carefree boys and girls
daddy needs you