funeral babe,   she's walking slowly   funeral babe,   she's feeling lonely      funeral babe,   she's seeing only ghosts      and when she comes for you, well you die too      i see her around   abandoned parking lots   as babies crown   in the hospital box   a spectator sport, it's a spectator sport      graveyard's brown   with bits of grey thrown in   rain throws down   itself upon you   not to make you sad, but   to make you mine      and when she comes for you will you die too      flashlight   guide my way   through the woods   to where you lay      my flashlight   is broken       funeral babe,   she's walking slowly   funeral babe,   she's feeling lonely      funeral babe,   she's seeing only ghosts