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.