Things are better when the day is done,
just don’t let the morning come.
The sun goes down, but the words stay hung.
Please don’t let the morning come.
Rest your head, close your eyes.
Maybe listen to a lullaby.
But be still... for if you move,
the shadow comes.
It hurts like hell. It clouds the sky.
And you see nothing.
It never goes, but it sometimes hides.
Didn’t you listen to the lullaby?
You’re supposed to close your eyes.
The silence is the horror behind the noise.
Stay quiet.
Don’t move.
If you panic you’ll make it worse.
I’ve forgotten how to breathe.
Beg for noise and at the same time,
pray for silence.
Please,
just stay quiet.
“Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray to God you don’t hear me weep.”
There’s supposed to be a lullaby.
Where is the kind? I feel only fear.
Up comes the sun, as I drift off to sleep.
Please, God...
I feel so weak.
All this fuss over a storm that stays so quiet.
Blanket over my head,
please, stay quiet.
They say “don’t worry,”
but this will never end.
I know you hear it.
It doesn’t end.
You can’t shut out this lullaby

Sleep tight my love
for tomorrow is a new day
Sleep tight my love
wrapped in this willow's grave

Cry not my darling
we are finally safe
Cry not my darling
tomorrow today will be erased

Look and see
Look and see
Gold as tangible
as the breeze

Look and see
Look and see
sleeping, dreaming
by the sea

Danger lurks in every corner
safe and sound you are in bed
snoozing 'neath the Willow Tree
rest your tiny head