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MP140816 – 3am – The Witching Hour

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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About kimpstudio

I am a creative spirit: architect, artist, writer and musician. A person of the world, I live my life as a work of art.

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