| Song | Beginning |
| Artist | Geva Alon |
| Album | Days of Hunger |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Four in the morning I’m gone | |
| Driving toward the conquering of Dawn | |
| And she stands in front of my eyes | |
| Shifting the gears until I crash | |
| And fall to a dream in her arms | |
| Ooh what a day to begin | |
| Here in the wasteland I stand | |
| Hoping some things will remain | |
| And that she will know who I am | |
| ‘Cause my heart is broken all the same | |
| A burden that gets in the way | |
| Ooh what a night to begin | |
| And I waste myself for so long | |
| And I chased myself for too long | |
| Four in the morning she’s gone | |
| I take all the right from the wrong | |
| Drifting from all that I’ve known | |
| Not all of them are prizes to be won | |
| They’re just lying down in The Sun | |
| Ooh what a day to begin | |
| Ooh what a day to begin |
| Four in the morning I' m gone | |
| Driving toward the conquering of Dawn | |
| And she stands in front of my eyes | |
| Shifting the gears until I crash | |
| And fall to a dream in her arms | |
| Ooh what a day to begin | |
| Here in the wasteland I stand | |
| Hoping some things will remain | |
| And that she will know who I am | |
| ' Cause my heart is broken all the same | |
| A burden that gets in the way | |
| Ooh what a night to begin | |
| And I waste myself for so long | |
| And I chased myself for too long | |
| Four in the morning she' s gone | |
| I take all the right from the wrong | |
| Drifting from all that I' ve known | |
| Not all of them are prizes to be won | |
| They' re just lying down in The Sun | |
| Ooh what a day to begin | |
| Ooh what a day to begin |
| Four in the morning I' m gone | |
| Driving toward the conquering of Dawn | |
| And she stands in front of my eyes | |
| Shifting the gears until I crash | |
| And fall to a dream in her arms | |
| Ooh what a day to begin | |
| Here in the wasteland I stand | |
| Hoping some things will remain | |
| And that she will know who I am | |
| ' Cause my heart is broken all the same | |
| A burden that gets in the way | |
| Ooh what a night to begin | |
| And I waste myself for so long | |
| And I chased myself for too long | |
| Four in the morning she' s gone | |
| I take all the right from the wrong | |
| Drifting from all that I' ve known | |
| Not all of them are prizes to be won | |
| They' re just lying down in The Sun | |
| Ooh what a day to begin | |
| Ooh what a day to begin |