War II

It's the feel of the cold coming in through the bedroom door

And you know from feeling of tucked-in feet

It's the sound of the boy letting

neighbors know there's a lack of joy

In the pain of cutting teeth

It's the sound of the war as the children break through the bedroom door

And you know that it's time for sleep

It's the feel of the light through the morning blinds to the half pulled eyes

And you know you'll find a couple hours of sleep

It's the sound of the hum of a restful breath in a half-filled lung

And I know you'll find a couple minutes of peace

It's the sound of the war as the cradle's rocking the bedroom floor

It's the sound of the war as the children break through the bedroom door

And you know that it's time for sleep

For sleep

For sleep

For sleep