3:30 and you're mad at me
3:31 and I know there is no where I'd rather be
Than with you beneath this blanket
Your arms round my waist, don't you think that
This would be lovely, our gentle kisses
And passionate sighs for forgiveness
Is better than this cold disregard
And arguments of wasted breath?

3:35 and you're not letting me in
Alright then
Guess we'll call it... good?
And pretend to brush it off like mud?
Fine go and do what you will
Even if I can't love you tonight
And you won't give me the chance to fight
I know inside
At 3:45
That there is no one I'd rather be with
With you, my love, until my dying breath.