it's the hour after four and i'm alone again.
because i wanted to be wanted, because i wanted to be warned.
it's the hour after four and you're there again, because you alone were haunted, because you alone were scorned.
it's the hour after four and i cry again, because i can only see a maybe, i can only seem a ghost.
it's the hour after four and i smile again, to those among us only and only you might ask.
it's the hour after four and i wonder still, why you want the lies of others, that you will love unless.
it's the hour after four and i ask again, why you had a question, why your doubts would still insist.
it's the hour after four and i yell again,, because you will not seek a truth, because my hope can fall once more.
it's the hour after four and it seems to never pass, the dawn before the dawns, the thunder before the calm.
it's the hour after four and i ask again, because there was no sky above me, because there were no clouds below.
it's the hour after four and your decision still astounds, as i cannot dream again and i look to you once more.
it's the hour after four, and i wait for you to wake and i wait for nothing still.
it's the hour after four and i wish for only heartache and i wish for nothing more.
it's the hour after four and there is not a triumph, and there is not a grief.
it's the hour after four and know----you do not have to die, to succumb and die alone.
it's the hour after four and i dim my eyes,
as i wanted to be wanted, as i wanted to be known,
it's the hour after four and i.
it's the hour after four.
and it's almost morning, in the hour after four
