The 3 AM Mood

There are things going through your head
At 3 a.m. when you lie not in your own bed
The sheets are cold, it’s dark and you wonder
Where did this all come from?
Night wanders around in your thoughts
And the dark isn’t letting to at all
The shadows make sure the familiar
Is embraced with a different perception
You’ve misplaced all of your belongings
Even your heart lies in the corner where you never sought before
Wrapped in the coldest sheet you could find
You spend a minute watching the little lights
The same ones who used to comfort you with life
The warrior looks down on you and you wonder
Where did this all come from?

The years lie liquid on my skin,
For once I’m not letting the pain in
But something else does and cuts through
My heart is left behind wide open again
Unravel the moments, the hours, the time
I spent searching for you just to keep me alive
I form sentences I’ll never use again
The light coming in from one side will never shine

There are things going through your mind
At 3 a.m. when you lie not in your own skin
Comfort seeks a way into your veins but never, never
Finds a reason to stray a little longer
Whispers from above, whispers from your own voice
Muting now since you have nowhere left to hide
Your familiar room looks different from this point of view
Shadows from this corner are torn and misplaced,
Never to be seen again by this side of your hour
Your thoughts slide from one wall to another
Forming in your endless mind the feared room
You curse the light, you blame the dark
Nothing else enters but the deep thoughts
The warrior still looks down on you and you ask
Where did this all come from?

The scars of life lie gentle on my skin,
In the same form as my tears are left behind
And something else comes around and cuts through
I’m left behind breathless as the storm enters
Unravel the mysteries, unravel the moments of life
The questions and the answers I’ll never hear but feel
I form sentences I’ll never use again
The dark coming in from all the sides will never get me

There are things going through you heart
At 3 a.m. when you lie not in your own bed
The sheets are cold and you long for a warm embrace
An embrace which brought this confusion as well
The fight raging in you makes sure every other movement
Seems utterly useless at this time of the night
Where did this all come from?