It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. Emma and I were reading quietly and Zoë was doing a puzzle on the floor when, out of nowhere, Zoë started singing:

There’s an order to things
There’s an order to things
There’s an order to things, now that you’re gone.

There’s an order to things
There’s an order to things
There’s an order to things, now that you’re gone.

It’s the chorus of “Sleeping With the Light On” from Jonatha Brooke’s new CD, Back in the Circus:

Sleeping With The Lights On

It’s a melancholy song to begin with, but to hear those words carried through the air on that sweet, crystalline, little voice was downright haunting. I haven’t been able to get the song out of my head since.