I hate to see you
Suffer so much when the love
I feel is so strong

Shoot the kids,
frame your wife,
hang them all.

It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break

Tiredness aches my rigid bones
Confusion resounding through mighty skull
Restricted area of red-white cones
Shattering upon rocks, a ship’s wooden hull
Spluttering about in a raging storm
Oh, rest for a confused soul

The life battered out of old hew shones
Crashing upon a sea of stones
Squeezed of air, the lungs of moans
Sighing away the care and groans
The wind hurling some flighty drones
Oh, rest for a confused soul

Wrecking a hollow house, no gentle breeze
Disaster wrung, god flung-out sneeze
Heather the where, uprooted trees
Wrinkles and bold, help - oh please
Shivering upon trembling knees
Oh, rest for a confused soul