The good time diamonds dance the lake to autumns sickly tune

Midnight Babies eat their cake

Babies blue

Now follow you...

Tumbling through the orchard trees, fear the dawn is soon

Wicked laughter taints the breeze

Babies blue

Now to follow you

Chasing orchard moons

Chasing orchard moons...

Mama?

She don't understand you, you must be this way...

Smash their heads against the night, summer babies bloom

Give them cake and make them cry

Babies blue

Taking after you...

Beat a path towards the sky, Mama died in June

Pity them, they know not why

They follow you

They are happy blue

Mama?

Now I'm turning too...

Leave this midnight babies 'lone

They refuse to hear you

Let them cry and let them go

Chase their orchard moons...