Lullaby

When you were small
You played a drum
Under the table
Sturdy and stable

Such clever hands
Out of the sun
Down in the meadow
Silver light settled

I'll give you permission to
Do bad things you can't undo
Hide up in the climbing tree
You can grow and be ugly
That would be okay

When you were small
You found the key
To a locked attic
Up past the lattice

Blow the dust off
Squint and you'll see
Photos in red books
Okay, so don't look

I'll give you permission to
Leave behind what they pursue
Hide up in the climbing tree
You can grow up still ugly
That would be okay

When you were small
You had one wish
You'll never get it
Bright stars indebted

To that brown coin
Tight in your fist
Down like cement, it
Knows that you meant it

I'll give you permission to
Undertake every taboo
Hide up in the climbing tree
You can grow and stay ugly
That would be okay

That would be okay
With me