like prince and smoky rooms.

hush little scotty,
safe with your words
someday soon, i’ll set you free to soar with the birds
and if that cliche don’t stick,
i’ll give you a moonbeam to beat it with –

(higher, higher, up we go)

close your eyes, scotty,
it’s okay
i won’t leave you behind;
i won’t go away.

(promise that i won’t say no)

rest, little scotty,
the moon grows mute,
for she loves your voice, too
for its brimstone and soot.

(we’re like the river now, see us flow.)

sleep, little scotty,
swathed in sound
promise this time you won’t come down

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