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 Because 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 things that you said I'll leave this; with the darker night I carried you inside And I 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