She said it's cold outside and her hands remember rain cold.
She's always worried about things like that.
She said it's all gonna end and it might as well be my fault.
She only sleeps when it's raining.
And she screams and her voice says rain and she says baby it's 3 a.m.
I must be lonely.
She says baby well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes.
And the rain's gonna wash away I believe her.
She's got a little bit of something and God it's better than nothing.
And in a color portrait world she believes she's got it all.
She swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to.
And she only sleeps
when it's raining.
And she screams and her voice says rain and she says baby well
that's 3 a.m.
I must be lonely.
Well hell no she says baby yeah well I can't help but
be scared of it all sometimes.
And the rain's gonna wash away I believe this.
She believes that life isn't made up of all that she used to.
And the clock on the wall has been stuck at three for days and days.
She thinks that happiness is a map that sits on her doorway.
But
outside it stops raining.
She says baby well
that's 3 a.m.
I must be lonely.
Well hell no she says baby yeah yeah yeah well
I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes.
And the rain's gonna wash away I believe this.
Well it's 3 a.m.
I must be lonely.
Well hell no she says baby well I can't
help but be scared of it all sometimes.