Sing sing to me again
Lullabies would sooth my ears
My hair would soften back
Sing sing to me again
À la claire fontaine
Milk used to slide down my throat
Used to, used to
Play with your nails
That would sooth my nerves
Oh mami, sing sing to me again
Maybe I would sleep
Your tender tender voice
Makes me cry and weep
I would recall those years
I used to rest my eyes
Wake them up again
And see the world
Painted with colors
Stuffed with glee
Like one of the big bright toys
I used to sing along with
You used to sing along with
Oh please sing to me one more time
I hope to wake up one day
In the midst of the hay
I would look up at the sky
And watch these birds fly high, so high
They would seem to pierce the stretched end of our end
And your voice would echo through their beaks
A thin needle would set it all on fire
Reflecting the last melted rays of sunlight
I would smile
And breath smoke through my nose
Fill my lungs
Till they go numb again
Till they deflate
And I would have nothing to do
But wait
For them to flatten and slacken
Like Dali's melting clocks
I would mistake my blurred vision with the dotted birds, with the blotches smeared upon your apron
The echo of your silence would never fade away
I would kiss the void, unclasping me from you
Knowing that it is finally time
Time to say goodbye