Slow Steam, Soft Sleep
Style: Harp lullaby

[Verse 1]
Somewhere a kettle sighs out a curl of soft white steam
and water falls slow from the tap like the end of a dream
the house settles down into shadow and hush and heat
and everything gentle tonight is folded round your sleep

[Pre-chorus]
Close your eyes now, let the warm hours pass you by
let the drip and the hush be the whole of the sky
hold on to nothing but how safe you are right now

[Chorus]
Frances, Frances, sleep is where you belong
the night was always going to sing you this song
you are held here so gently, you are held here so near
Frances, there is nothing in the dark to fear

[Verse 2]
The steam climbs slow and quiet like it's tiptoeing to bed
while the last little drop of water hums against the thread
of silence that wraps softly round the corners of the room
and you are the warmest thing inside this whole quiet moon

[Bridge]
Let every worry drift the way the steam drifts and it goes
let every small sound settle like water when it slows

[Chorus]
Frances, Frances, sleep is where you belong
the night was always going to sing you this song
you are held here so gently, you are held here so near
Frances, there is nothing in the dark to fear

[Outro]
The tap falls quiet now, the steam has gone to rest
and you are held here softly, you are held here, you are blessed

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