3 in the a.m
When the city's sleeping
Drowned in their regular weeping
Without any reasons
Without any affair
We sat there
Two souls naked and bare.
And no, we couldn't talk
None of us a great deal of a talker
So iterated with keeping the ache
In our wounded hearts.
Tiered we sat gazing down the sleeping city line,
With our heavy hearts and a bottle of wine.
And now I realise,
Words weren't needed.
Our lives were a story we already read.
But, out of nowhere,
I talked, never done before
Explaining you the barbed wire
That you've already walked.
And slowly my pain started
To fade away.
3 in the a.m,
You finally spoke,
Never thought you would.
We talked,
Not of broken hearts we've got,
We talked
Not of all shitholes we've crossed.
3 in the a.m,
We just talked
And our laughs echoed through the sleeping skyline.