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
Savouring the call to maybe this time,
Make it permanent
I’ll give up smoking one day, maybe soon
And 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
Outa 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