Lullaby

Every song worth writing's already been written Every tear I'm crying's already been shed But those black and white red lips still set my fingers humming Grasping for all the fading melodies of the dead Time has got its teeth in my throat (Time has got its teeth inside my seams now) Every precious moment will be ripped away But inside my chest I keep a gold-framed photo of my mother's mother Her voice is in my heart calling me on So sing me the tragic songs of your family 'Cause haven't we each got our own? Every spring flower takes root in the graves of its fallen brothers Grief will shade each love we ever know Time has got its teeth in my throat (Time has got its teeth inside my seams now) Every precious moment will be ripped away But inside my chest I keep a gold-framed photo of my mother's mother Her voice is in my heart calling me on The choir of ghosts are singing me a lullaby Their refrain is carved into my bones Time has got its teeth in my throat (Time has got its teeth inside my seams now) Every precious moment will be ripped away But inside my chest I keep a gold-framed photo of my mother's mother Her voice is calling me Oh, the loss is never ending Everything that's dear will pass away But inside my chest I keep a gold-framed photo of my mother's mother Her voice is in my heart Her voice is in my heart calling Her voice is in my heart calling me on