cry baby cry and wake up the cat but don't say goodbye you must never say that
for inside is fever there's nothing to see and outside is nowhere we want you to be
so spoil your nightgown and soil your drawers but don't come to meet me on distant brown shores
and brave me a starlight to shine my way back and keep me all snuggly and safe from attack
until the old noon bell rings and pastors emerge and all the good children run off to the church
where magick and monsters in tales are retold and everything not nailed down grows too cold
when the windows aren't open there's nothing to see but a cake in the oven, my baby and me
all hungry and pouting and banging her spoon but i've nothing to do except wish on the moon
wish on the moon

and her eyes hold a secret so awful and pure covered in boils for which there is no known cure
rolling over and under with no sign of sleep and the cat is still snoring with nary a peep
and mother will come down from heaven to yell at the creatures who flee at the old noon time bell
and the heat from the mountains comes over the land and the streets turn to clay and the people to sand
and those creatures, my baby and that old sleeping cat will stalk the remains and will not stop to chat
they will twist and they'll turn and uncover your face and pull you right out of your clever hiding place
and strip you of pretense and fill you with lies and howl like sick puppies at the pale moon-stained sky
so cry baby cry and wake up the cat but don't say goodbye you must never say that
you must never say that