four in the morning

it's four in the morning

who knows why

i can't sleep

and if i try

i can't follow where she goes

when she closes those beautiful eyes

the shadowland those silken tents are drawn across

the continent of heresy she wanders in

savoring the call to maybe this time

make it permanent

i'll give up smoking one day

maybe soon

dogs'll give up barking at the moon

keeping watch across the hour

i'll maybe one day find a tower

and open up a lighthouse come saloon

lookin' at her face

i can see

the bones of an egyptian dynasty

the eyelids open just a crack below the lashes

shining back like scimitars

across the night at me

well it's four am

who knows how far

my rope'd run if i hired a car

hit each town

never stayed

left the motel bills unpaid

just defied the way they say things are

in my mind i see that final town

outta cash

axles in the ground

lying in a hostel bed

no-one there to hold my head

some internal organ breakin' down

i can feel the midnight fading

all desires

are out there with you singing in the wires

i wonder when the corner shop is open

if the wind'll drop before the dawn

and frost up all the tires

it's four in the morning

what can i do

a don alejandros should see me through

the hard reality is this

i got woken with a kiss

once upon a time

one night with you