I used to have an odd relationship
With the early hours of the day
After the clock strikes midnight
But before the suns first ray
The hours when dew is forming
And possums meander along
When drunkards are outside dancing
When the heartbroken hum their song

But lately I've grown fond
Of these hours in between
Despite the dark night sky
The grass appears quite green
The world around seems absent
No bustling energy here
But once your eyes adjust
Your head can finally clear

There's space in the silence
In the darkness and the death
It's a gap between the diving
Where your conscience takes a breath
And I love the irony
How it's when you lose your sight
That the fog of darkness settles
And you can see the dimmest lights.