Typically, you sing to a child to calm them, or put them to sleep. But perhaps for an adult, it’s to wake them up, to snap them into the present. On “In the Morning,” Zoë Wrenn’s melancholic lullaby spans this gap in gentle murmurs and sudden fits. In the song, whatever pulled the wool over Wrenn’s eyes and buried her in bed holds onto her with a sleepy-eyed gravity, demanding more to change course than to continue resting. Her cloud-like harmonies are subtle and well chosen, leaving plenty of open space while a reverse tape effect sounds in the background.