MP140816 – 3am – The Witching hour
It’s 3am
I can’t go to sleep
I go downstairs
For my mind to keep
I write a song
It comes out all wrong
Another night lost it seems crawling the walls
The room was bare
And the floors were cold
The paint starts to peel
And the night unfolds
The winds were bleak
I can hardly speak
Another night lost it seems crawling the walls
My legs start to buckle
From the absence of sleep
I try to lay down
But the walls begin to creep
I lock the door
But I can’t ignore
Another night lost it seems crawling the walls
The walls start to shutter
And my mind goes blank
My mouth starts to stutter
And my heart begins to sink
Will it ever end
Will my heart ever mend
Another night lost it seems crawling the walls
Another night lost it seems crawling the walls
Lyrics by Dave Gross
Why does it always happen at 3am, sometimes 4?
I spend part of the night tossing, turning and crying
The pain and fear of a past lifetime comes upon me; perhaps it’s the pain of last year
They call 3am the witching hour
I wonder why?
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