Verse
It’s 3:43 a.m.
The sun’s still sleeping,
and I’m awake again.
The house is empty,
I put the coffee on,
I sit down at the piano.
I start another song.
Chorus
My consciousness has a subconscious streak;
at this time of day it softly speaks.
The words and melodies easily pour out,
revealing every hidden doubt.
Now you get to hear the real me;
now it’s just inner peace and tranquility.
Verse
It’s now 4:31 a.m.;
melody and rhyme
come around again.
The house is cold,
the coffee’s warm,
my fingers feel so old.
I finish the chorus.
Chorus
My consciousness has a subconscious streak;
at this time of day it softly speaks.
The words and melodies easily pour out,
revealing every hidden doubt.
Now you get to hear the real me;
now it’s just inner peace and tranquility.
Bridge
When the world is finally silent,
there’s no one left to hide behind.
The songs I’ve kept beneath the surface
rise like morning in my mind.
By daylight they may lose their magic,
hidden by the noise we keep.
Maybe every honest answer
only wakes while others sleep.
Verse
It’s now after 5:22;
words and tune
complete and so true.
The sun peeks inside,
the coffee’s all gone.
The silence says the night has moved on.
I get my mundane life started.
