Rebekah Johnson - Tuesday 3:00 am (Latter Days) | Текст песни

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• Rebekah Johnson
• Tuesday 3:00 am (Latter Days)

Tuesday 3 A.M.
Once again I'm wide awake.
Waiting for time to mend this part of me that keeps on breaking.

Newspapers; I threw away. Washed the dishes in the sink.
3 A.M. on Tuesday. I have too much time to think.

And I could call up to Heaven. I could crawl down through Hell.
Nothing will change the way things are and nothing ever will.

He thinks I can't hear him cry and I pretend that I don't know
all about all the 3 A.M.'s he spends wrestling with your ghost.l

I hear him call up to Heaven. I watch him crawl down through Hell.
He still can't get over you. I know he never will.

Nothing he says can bring you back.
He's got nothing left to show,
But a pocket watch and a memory of a kiss out in the snow.

I hear him call out to Heaven. I watch him crawl down through Hell.
He still can't get over you. I know he never will.

I hear him call out to Heaven. I watch him crawl down through Hell.
He still can't get over you. I know he never will.