The night would fall and we would pray
together at our table,
on our knees and by our beds
Life was a happy fable
Our family’s big, Our house is small
We’re crowded as can be.
But Father, there’s a lot of love
That’s shared here happily
My ma would tuck me in
I’d hug my dad in a warm embrace
I’d rest with peace and serene sweet dreams
There was no problem I couldn’t face
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take
We said the words with voices held low
But the angel of death? He did not show.
He not once lurked under my bed.
The reaper didn’t harm a hair on my head.
I love my Mom and my Daddy, too
They keep me safe each day
Please pray for brothers Kevin, Patrick, Sean, Rory and sister Maggie, too
That they have more time to play.
But one day we stopped those nightly rituals
They love me but it’s such a shame
I lay on my back all by myself
Aware that we’ll never, ever be the same.
Goodnight, my dear
Now remember I love you and please sleep tight.
And now there’s one last thing I have to tell you:
Don’t let the bedbugs bite!
We’re ghosts, shadows, and silhouettes,
lurking in our own home.