Four A.M. is just for me.
A brand new chill, though not so deep.
And we can talk until it’s light
And we can feel it still, tonight.

A kiss of gravel on my knees.
Summers die on nights like these.
A little moisture in the grass.
A little life, it will not last.

A touch of rigor in the breeze.
Makes a claim on mortal trees.
And chorus crickets sing their song.
I feel it now, it won’t be long.

And when the snow melts on my skin.
Or when my bones warm up again.
I'll be here and you'll be gone.
I'll be darkest, you'll be dawn.