4Am

4 a.m. is just another name for hunger

It's another way of saying you regret what you've become

4 a.m. is the reason that you hold her

As if her open arms can relieve you of this hum

4 a.m. is the undertone of thunder

It's the forecast that you'd rather not remember if you can

4 a.m. is the ballad of a hunter

Who is lost inside these woods without a question or a plan

Someday soon we'll be bathing in the moonlight

Bathing in the moonlight of the love we almost lost

Sometime soon there'll be promise in the morning

I'll take you there, I promise, I'll take you there, I swear

I'll take you there, I swear

4 a.m. is why I wrote you all these letters

It is why I always stuttered when you asked me if I’m drunk

4 a.m. is a symphony of feathers

A party on a cruise ship after it had sunk