Three o'clock in the morning
It's quiet and there's no one around And if you look, you look through me Just the bang and the clatter And when you talk, you talk at me As an angel runs to ground And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing
Just the bang If I could stay...
And the clatter Then the night would give you up As an angel Stay, and the day would keep its trust Hits the ground Stay, and the night would be enough