[INTRO — soft communal chant, intimate, almost smiling through sleep] Moon-mother Blue-mother Fold me in your feather Cold-water Black-water Keep my little heart together [soft layered whispers bloom underneath] (together… together…) [VERSE 1 — close mic, fragile, tactile imagery, heartbeat percussion enters softly] Bird at the window Tap tap black beak Everybody sleeping Nobody speak Thread in the wristbone Thread in the seam Pull a little tighter Soft little dream Hair in the drainpipe Smoke in the hall Somebody humming Inside the wall Little black ribbon Tied to the stair Something keeps moving Nobody there [CHANT / HOOK — circular, memorable, childlike cadence with darker undertone] Round and round The roses bend Kiss the child And hide the end Round and round The branches croon Little teeth And little moon [echo voices repeat softly and asynchronously] (little moon… little moon…) [VERSE 2 — warmer emotionally, but stranger, layered whispers slowly emerging] Blue on the eyelids Blue on the tongue She sang to me softly When I was young Crow at the bedside Eyes made of rain Pecked at the stitches Behind my name Nobody told me Where dreamers go Under the floorboards Where roots still grow Tiny bell ringing Down in the dark Somebody counting Beat after heart [PRE-CHORUS — drifting upward, dreamy widening harmony] Hush now Don’t wake the feathers Hush now She remembers Hush now The room is breathing [HOOK — slightly altered, emotionally heavier, low choir enters beneath lead] Round and round The roses thin Let her voice Come drifting in Round and round The branches swoon Little bird And little moon [soft overlapping chant beneath] (drifting in… drifting in…) [BRIDGE — heartbeat rhythm stronger, sing-song cadence becoming trance-like] Tap tap Blue vein Black bird Windowpane Clap clap Cold hand Night-bloom Ribbon strand Everybody turning Slow in the room Everybody humming Under the moon Everybody swaying Nobody speaks Somebody crying Under the reeds [BREAK — nearly silent, breath textures, distant reversed choir] "she already knows you" [small inhale] [VERSE 3 — emotionally contaminated, more vivid and personal] Feathers in the sink again Black this time Wet at the root I heard her singing Through the vent Like somebody trying Not to cry The moon on her forehead Looked almost bruised Like something holy Handled, too used There was blue dust On the bedsheets Blue dust Inside my mouth I kept the window Locked for weeks Still heard wings Inside the house [FINAL HOOK — emotionally overwhelming but gentle, communal voices swelling softly] Round and round The roses weep Lay your little heart To sleep Round and round The branches bloom Little child And little moon Round and round The dark turns blue She was singing Back to you [layered whispers begin folding together] (back to you… back to you…) [OUTRO — fading lullaby chant, soft vinyl decay, distant breath and bells] Moon-mother Blue-mother Fold me in your feathers Cold-water Black-water Keep my little heart keep my little heart keep my little— together [very soft whisper, almost inaudible] goodnight little bird
