it's too late to be morning and too early to be night
and i try to go to bed but my head puts up a fight
it's a bit passed three and you've been asleep since two
that's one hour down of me just thinking about you

and it could be in your charm or it could be in your face
but whatever the reason, you just give me better days
that the sun is always shining and the moon is standing tall
that you are my favorite reason my cheeks forget to fall

and the only thing that bothers me is how long it had to take
but whatever it is, I thank it, be it your intention or mistake
that i've gotten the chance to know you for who you really are
that I'd want to cover you in kisses, all the good and every scar

it's a bit passed four and you haven't left my mind
thoughts and thoughts keep rushing in but you're the common-find
night upon night I've pondered and now i've come to conclude,
that since i've already lost my heart, what's losing sleeping for you?