3 AM
She said it’s cold outside
And she hands me my raincoat
She’s always worried about things like that
She said, “It’s all gonna end and it might as well be my fault.”
And she only sleeps when it’s raining
And she screams and her voice is straining
She says, “Baby,
It’s 3 AM I must be lonely.”
When she says, “Baby,
Well, I can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes.”
And the rain’s gonna wash away I believe it
She’s got a little bit of something,
God, it’s better than nothing
And in the color portrait world she believes that she’s got it all
She swears the moon don’t hang quite as high as it used to
And she only sleeps when it’s raining
And she screams and her voice is straining
But she says, “Baby,
Well, it’s 3 AM I must be lonely.”
Well, heaven, she says, “Baby,
Well, I can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes.”
And the rain’s gonna wash away I believe this
She believes that life is made up of all that you’re used to
And the clock on the wall has been stuck at three for days, and days
She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway
But outside it’s stopped raining
She says, “Baby,
Well, it’s 3 AM I must be lonely.”
Well, heaven, she says, “Baby,
Well, I can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes.”
Says the rain’s gonna wash away I believe this
Well, it’s 3 AM I must be lonely
Well, heaven, she says, “Baby,
Well, I can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes.”