Goodnight, to every little hour that you sleep tight
May it hold you through the winter of a long night
And keep you from the loneliness of yourself
Heart strung, is your heart frayed and empty
’cause it’s hard luck, when no one understands your love
It’s unsung, and I say

Goodnight, my love, to every hour and every day
Goodnight, always, to all that’s pure that’s in your heart

Goodnight, may your dreams be so happy and your
Head lite with the wishes of a sandman and a night light
Be careful not to let the bedbugs
Sleep tight nestled in your covers

The sun shines, but I don’t
The silver rain will wash away

And you can tell, it’s just as well

Goodnight, my love, to every hour and every day
Goodnight, always, to all that’s pure that’s in your heart

-Farewell and Goodnight by The Smashing Pumpkins

i like this pumpkins song. boy do they know the perfect recipe for melancholy.

but mopey melancholy aside, this song brings to mind the little child in each of us who so foolishly believes in and hopes for a better world, a world where everything is pure and good and malice is nowhere to be found. and so that child in us closes its eyes to the world and with this lullaby, is carried away by its dreams into a perfect one, one that is good and whole.

did i say "foolish"? yes, it may be foolish to believe in such a world but i know it exists (was that a circular argument?). perhaps the real foolishness comes when i choose to close my eyes to what is. but today, i think i just want to sleep. and when i close my eyes, i don't want to be angry anymore. begone you bugs of misery nestled in my hair. when i close my eyes, i just want to remember all that is pure that is in my heart.

thy kingdom come, thy will be done.