Track 8 of the album Small Hours, Slow Light · 2021
Three in the Morning, You Sleep Like a Boat
by Wren Hallett
“The clock says three, the street is blue and you sleep like a boat. It's the gentlest song I know how to write.”
indie folk · night folk · lullaby folk · 3:49
Lyrics
The clock says three, the street is blue The fridge is humming low You turn your face into the pillow Like a tide that's going slow I count the cracks along the ceiling I count the way you breathe There's nothing wrong, there's nothing waiting I'm just awake, andheaven Three in the morning, you sleep like a boat Rocking on a harbour of dark I'm the small lamp swinging on the mooring rope Keeping watch, keeping the spark Nothing needs mending, nothing needs saying The night is a blanket, it's wide Three in the morning, you sleep like a boat And I'm happy to drift by your side A car goes by and paints the wall With one slow stripe of gold The curtain breathes, the pipes go ticking The bed is warm, the floor is cold I think of all the ordinary days That brought me to this hour A cup, a coat, a hand to hold And that's enough, and ours Three in the morning, you sleep like a boat Rocking on a harbour of dark I'm the small lamp swinging on the mooring rope Keeping watch, keeping the spark Nothing needs mending, nothing needs saying The night is a blanket, it's wide Three in the morning, you sleep like a boat And I'm happy to drift by your side Sleep will find me, sleep will find me Like a cat across the floor Till then I'll listen to the quiet Knocking softly at the door Three in the morning, you sleep like a boat Rocking on a harbour of dark I'm the small lamp swinging on the mooring rope Keeping watch, keeping the spark Nothing needs mending, nothing needs saying The night is a blanket, it's wide Three in the morning, you sleep like a boat And I'm happy to drift by your side I'm happy to drift by your side