There are three hours in every day that I hate
Three hours that I absolutely dread

It's the time between talking with you and dreaming about you

There are three hours that I hate
Three hours that I absolutely dread

It's the time between talking with you and dreaming about you

We live hours apart so you say goodnight before I do

and the time between "us" and "us in dreamland" is unbearable

It's the time when the waves of loneliness and doubt come crashing down
and you aren't there to call and no one else is around

I know this is one of the things I will never say to you
but those three hours **** me every single day