Go to sleep my baby
He might have said
He was at home in the palm trees
His terrible lungs and his beautiful head
We don't really talk about it
I don't really cry
But he would have grown around us
His feet in the dirt and his hands in the sky
Go to sleep
I wish I could feel you breathing
Right up next to mine
To stop all these things from freezing
Into things that I do just to fill up the time
One of these days I'll get back there
When everything's done
And sit in the light of his stained glass
On the floor of our house in the squares of sun