Mother's found a lump Suddenly, everyone's preparing for a visit We need to say the words she never said She's bought a wig for going out But when it itches, she lets her hair down We avert our eyes from death And wonder which of us is next Summer's slumbers kept us younger The world's a perfect place When you don't know what's swept under the rug Just the nose upon your face Don't look behind the curtain In innocence, we are all saints My father lost his father to a cancer That left everyone unanswered Now no one dares to ask about him anymore I wonder if his father had lived Could they have settled their differences? Will we settle ours yet Or bear these grudges to our deaths? Autumn's fallen, hallways darken The world's a scary place It's best not to know what's under the bed Behind the closet door Your innocence is bliss Don't sully it with what's unknown Winter's fingers are boa constrictors The world is full of heartbreak and lust And maddening joy One begets the other I don't regret the honey or the sting Now I lay me down to sleep Now I lay me down to sleep Now I lay me down to sleep