12:59 Lullabye

it's seven, an early morning.

the only sound is my breathing

as i lay awake not knowing

where it will be i'm going.

but i know time moves slow.

at 12:59, i sing lullabies,

and if you want me to sing you a song,

i know that there's a 12:59 lullabye tonight.

i will see the next hour through.

it falls to the next so soon,

but my guitar waits for her, too.

where have the songs played gone to?

and i know time moves slow

at 12:59, i sing lullabies,

and if you want me to sing you a song,

i know that there's a 1259 lullabye tonight.

and if you want me to sing you a song,

i know that there's a 1259 lullabye tonight.