It's just a tired lullaby I sing to myself.
It's just a tired lullaby I keep up on the shelf.
It's just a tired lullaby no one else can hear.
It's just a tired lullaby I save for you, my dear.
And it brings me back to you, brings me far from now.
Brings me back to you, somehow.
It's just a tired lullaby sung by me to you.
It's just a tired lullaby; there's nothing more to do.
It's just a tired lullaby to help me close my eyes.
It's just a tired lullaby born the day you died.
And it brings me back to you, brings me far from now.
It always brings me back to you, somehow.
It's just a tired lullaby.