[Intro: whispered, sparse guitar and piano] Come find me... Find me... Where the daylight disappears. Where the flowers close their eyes And the earth can hold your tears. [Verse 1: gentle fingerpicked guitar] Come find me in the fields, Alone among the primrose, A place where wounds heal, Where broken bones mend slow. Where the weeds grow tall enough To keep the world away, And the flowers never ask me Why I couldn't bloom today. [Verse 2: soft cello enters] Come hear me in the dusk, Hear my corrosive melodies, Listen to my lullabies, Tear-stained sobbing in these fields. I'll sing until the hurt grows quiet, I'll hum until you sleep, I'll bury all your heavy words Where the roots run dark and deep. [Pre-Chorus: distant harmonies] Come find me, find me, Alone among the primrose, Opening as the sun begins to close... Ooh, how I belong, In the back of their rows, Where the forgotten things Are the only things that grow. [Chorus: soft drums, ghostly harmonies] If you need me, come find me, If you need healing, I'm hiding, Where nobody goes, Where the pale moon knows The names that nobody remembers. Come and lay your sorrow down, Let the night wrap around you, I'll be here beneath the stars, Amongst the primrose. [Instrumental Interlude: 16 bars, guitar motif and cello] [Verse 3: nearly a cappella] I'll stitch your wounds with moonlight, Sing your aching bones to sleep, You can leave your sorrow with me, I'll keep what you cannot keep. I've learned the language of the wilting, Know the patience of the stone, Every flower has a reason For growing wild and alone. [Pre-Chorus 2: second voice answers] Come find me, find me, Where the sleeping shadows grow, Where the roots embrace the broken, And the nameless flowers know. [Chorus 2: fuller, restrained harmonies] If you need me, come find me, If you need healing, I'm hiding, Where nobody goes, Where the cold river flows And the lost things remember. Come and lay your sorrow down, Let the night wrap around you, I'll be here beneath the stars, Amongst the primrose. [Bridge: fractured guitar, cello drops out] But when the morning finds me, And the petals turn to stone, Who will gather up the pieces Of a flower left alone? Who will hear the quiet crying When there's no one left to save? Who will sing the little lullaby For the one beneath the grave? [Silence] [Breakdown: single whispered vocal] I don't need you to fix me... I don't need you to know... I just wish that someone noticed I was tired of growing slow. [Soft piano note] I just wish... Someone would come find me. [Final Chorus: layered, haunting harmonies] If you need me, come find me, If you need healing, I'm hiding, Where nobody goes, Where the wild primrose grows, Where the broken are still remembered. You can lay your sorrow down, You don't have to be sound, You don't have to be whole, You don't have to know how. And if you lose your way, If you cannot face the day, I'll be here beneath the stars... Amongst the primrose. [Harmonies gradually disappear] Amongst the primrose... Amongst the primrose... [Clove, alone, whispered] ...come find me. [Outro: guitar motif, morning birds, final cello note] And somewhere in the rows, Where nobody goes, A single flower opens. Not because it was needed. Not because someone was watching. But because, at last, It was allowed to grow. [End: one final guitar harmonic, fading into silence]
