Lost in the tide of confusion
Growing amongst a reality that pricks with thorns
They allowed themselves to bleed out the love they had for living with each other.
I know they love each other but I don’t know about other things.
Something is always wrong
Pretending
It doesn’t work
It makes me feel weak
No more laughing
Now it is just 3 a. m
Always silent
I have grown accustomed to an enchanted darkness
My spirit falling in the black
Of the clock ticking in a midnight track
Growing amongst a reality that pricks with thorns
They allowed themselves to bleed out the love they had for living with each other.
I know they love each other but I don’t know about other things.
Something is always wrong
Pretending
It doesn’t work
It makes me feel weak
No more laughing
Now it is just 3 a. m
Always silent
I have grown accustomed to an enchanted darkness
My spirit falling in the black
Of the clock ticking in a midnight track
The song I listen to
The song I dream to
That it could come true
Falling to you
The mystery of this place
Where you have no trace
In this 3 a. m space
The galaxy of distance
The mystery of romance
Awake in my dreams
I see the secret through your eyes
Glistening through my cries
The song I dream to
That it could come true
Falling to you
The mystery of this place
Where you have no trace
In this 3 a. m space
The galaxy of distance
The mystery of romance
Awake in my dreams
I see the secret through your eyes
Glistening through my cries
The lights of the city
They soar in the pain
Cold hearted drains
In the network of my heart
The system connects
To the main of my soul
Where for you I call
Your name in the night blare
Dream bear
Imagining a 3 a. m in you
The curtains of the moon sing to the wind
A silk satin 3 a. m falling gently over you
As the time slowly takes you away
The breath joins the morning over the hills of yesterday
But my 3 a. m is still here to stay
They soar in the pain
Cold hearted drains
In the network of my heart
The system connects
To the main of my soul
Where for you I call
Your name in the night blare
Dream bear
Imagining a 3 a. m in you
The curtains of the moon sing to the wind
A silk satin 3 a. m falling gently over you
As the time slowly takes you away
The breath joins the morning over the hills of yesterday
But my 3 a. m is still here to stay
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