Track 6 of the album Windowsill Weather · 2019
Three O'Clock and the Tap Is Dripping
by Wren Hallett
“The tap drips at three in the morning and I can't stop counting. It's a lullaby for the sleepless.”
singer-songwriter · night folk · insomnia folk · 3:44
Lyrics
Three o'clock and the tap is dripping Slow as a clock that has lost its way I'm sitting on the kitchen floor in socks Watching the dark turn a little grey The fridge hums a note I've never noticed The moon leans in on the cold sink Everything I could not say at supper Comes out softly, and I begin to think It's only three in the morning Nothing is as large as it seems The worries are sleepwalkers, wandering Through the hallway of my dreams Hold the cup, hold the quiet Let the small hours do their work By the time the birds are singing I'll have put down all that hurt Somewhere a neighbour's window glows yellow Someone else is up, awake like me We will never speak of this, the two of us But the light says, I am here, and so are we It's only three in the morning Nothing is as large as it seems The worries are sleepwalkers, wandering Through the hallway of my dreams Hold the cup, hold the quiet Let the small hours do their work By the time the birds are singing I'll have put down all that hurt The tap goes drip, and the tap goes drip Counting me back to sleep Every drop a small forgiveness Every drop a promise to keep Three o'clock, and the tap is dripping And I am all right And I am all right