The story behind this song
The whole house rearranged itself around seven pounds — the furniture, the schedules, the hours. Three a.m. stopped being late and started being yours: the floorboard by the bassinet, the milk-warm hush, the felt-star mobile turning slow, two exhausted people leaning in to watch a sleeping face like it was the first sunrise ever made.
Ten small fingers wrapped around one. You smell like milk and morning and weigh less than a wish, and the whole room bends toward your breathing. For the brand-new little one who asks nothing yet — just to be told, by everyone gathered over the crib, that the world has been quietly waiting to meet you.
Lyrics
The floorboards learned to whisper this week
You hold on like you've always known us
Three a.m. is yours now, little one
And we come gladly, every time
The whole house turns around you slow
We've been waiting all our lives, it turns out
Every star above your window
Hung there just to watch you now
Sleep, the night is gentle
Welcome to the world, little one
You weigh less than a wish
But the room bends toward your breathing
Like flowers do to light
You've only been here seven days
We've been waiting all our lives, it turns out
Every star above your window
Hung there just to watch you now
Sleep, the night is gentle
Welcome to the world, little one
And we'll tell you how the whole house held its breath
The night you came home small
We've been waiting all our lives for you
Every star above your window
Is yours — we checked, it's true
Sleep, the night is gentle
Welcome to the world, little one
And the world's been waiting to meet you
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