Here's to the one
Who came out for love
And left me
Isn't it the one
All the little things came back now to hunt me
Isn't it the one
Here's to the one
Who came out for love
And left me
Isn't it the one
All the little things came back now to hunt me
Isn't it the one
There is a field of flowers growing from the inside out of me
Inside out of me
There are flowers I have never seen
I have never seen
Here is to the one
Who came out for love
And left me
Isn't it the one
All your little things came back now to hunt me
Isn't it the one
There is a field of flowers growing from the inside out of me
Inside out of me
There are flowers I have never seen
I have never seen
As the wind blows and the light slowly appears
From a beyond a vast iron field
A long curving blade cutting through the wind
Flowers on my skin
Hide it from the one who could harvest my soul
Here's to the one
Who came out for love
And left me
Isn't it the one
All the little things came back now to hunt me
Isn't it the one