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.