Insomnia

O Father, O Father.
O what did you say
so that Mother should cry at your feet?

It's not yours to know, son,
but you'll understand one
day. Now you must go back to sleep.

O Mother, O Mother.
O what, in the other
room, causes those buzzes and beeps?

It's not yours to know, son,
but you'll understand one
day. Now you must go back to sleep.

O Mercy, O Mercy.
Whatever is casting the
shadows which erily creep?

It's not your's to know, son,
but you'll understand one
day. Now you must go back to sleep.