3 A.m.

She said it's cold outside and she hand me my raincoat
She's always worried about things like that
She said it's all gonna end, it might as well be my fault
And she only sleeps when it's raining
And she screams and her voice is straining

And, she says baby
It's 3 a.m. I must be lonelier
Well 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 her color portrait world she believes she's got it all, 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

And, she says baby
Well, it's 3 a.m. I must be lonelier
Well, heaven she says baby, I am, yeah
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
And the rain's gonna wash away I believe, yes

Well, she believes that life isn't made up of all it's used to
And the clock on the wall has been stuck at three for days, and days, and days
She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway, yeah
But outside it stopped raining

And, she says baby
Well, it's 3 a.m. I must be lonelier
Well, heaven she says baby, I am, yeah
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
And the rain's gonna wash away I believe, yes
Well, it's 3 a.m. I must be lonelier
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