Positioned on a lay line, in a world of ghosts and time machines
A woman lays her head to sleep, but thinks, instead, of Germany
"One, eight, nine, and seven" vaporize and reappear, forming a date
That's the part you can't stand. Now, here's the part you hate:

I know that you hear
Brahms Lullaby
at four in the morning

I don't want to hear
Brahms Lullaby
ever again
maybe, those prayer beads, cotton balls and noise machines won't help you

Brahms lullaby is coming.
And lullabies don't ever end

Later in the evening you will, don your masquerade half-mask
You step into a party; you're invited. You don't have to ask.
An all-composer gala, of a lavishness beyond belief.
Old Johane's at the piano, pounding out that one motif.

I know that you hear
Brahms Lullaby
at four in the morning

I don't even feel
Brahm's lullaby
is one of his best

I'm into the deep cuts
but otherwise, I'm sticking with
Beethoven

Yes I am
Yes I am
Brahm's lullaby is hummin', and lullabies will give no rest.

Every day the water's running 'round the drain
So every morning fill the sink so I can wash my face again
It's absurd, on the daily catch me pushing up this boulder
But choose to use a smile while the boulder's rolling further away
Hey! Why's it feel we're living in replay?
Hanging out on top a rock you didn't want in the first place?
Searching for your purpose hasn't got you where you wanted
Except for a prescription and more bones inside your closet
You honestly wanted to get through the evening
Without the thought of angels looking at you while you're sleeping
My thy slumber be blessed, better yet, how 'bout this
Should I wake the next day could it be on a breast?
Obsessed with a melody developed in Deutschland
Maybe when we're free we oughta schedule a cat scan

I know that you hear
Brahms Lullaby
at four in the morning

I don't want to hear
Brahms Lullaby
ever again
maybe, those prayer beads, cotton balls and noise machines won't help you

Brahms lullaby is coming.
And lullabies don't ever end