| It beggars belief that she was a child once | |
| With her heart on her sleeve, once in a while you're | |
| Looking straight at it, and you could swear that | |
| It's never there | |
| Well I don'tk now why, but we're so shameless | |
| That's no surprise, although nobody's blameless | |
| You just gotta have it, just to know it | |
| And set it on fire | |
| Four o'clock in the morning | |
| The lights are on and | |
| I'm talk, talk | |
| Talking to myself | |
| This love's a certain omen, | |
| I'll warn you | |
| When everything colludes to adore you | |
| You're diving deeper into the water | |
| The water, yeah into the water, yeah. | |
| Six o'clock in the morning | |
| The lights are on and | |
| I'm talk, talk | |
| Talking to myself | |
| Now that's a disgrace, we laugh like a car wreck | |
| Well that's never safe with these lifelike characters | |
| Hungry and willing and homeless and helpless | |
| And all in my head, yeah | |
| Nine o'clock in the evening | |
| The lights are off and | |
| I'm plead, plead | |
| Pleading with myself... |