Rockabye, baby mama, keep your heart steel-strong,
night wind may rattle the concrete, but you still belong;
let the streetlights hum like lullabies under neon skies,
every tear that falls, a diamond seed where tomorrow lies.
Sean deya chant de rhythm, Anne lift the melody high,
Clean Bandit strings ride the tide, rock the cradle, touch the sky.
So hush for the hustle, bloom through the storm,
your love is the armor that keeps baby warm—rockabye.