The clock strikes one, the world's asleep,
But in my heart, the memories creep.
Your shadow lingers in the dark,
A fleeting flame, a fading spark.
At 1 a.m., you find me here,
Caught between the past and the tears.
A ghost of love, a whispered name,
I can't let go, but you're not the same.
The moonlight paints the empty room,
A fragile silence, a bittersweet tune.
I trace the lines of what we were,
A perfect storm, a quiet blur.
At 1 a.m., you find me here,
Caught between the past and the tears.
A ghost of love, a whispered name,
I can't let go, but you're not the same.
Time has moved, but I've stood still,
Chasing shadows, bending will.
If I could turn the clock tonight,
Would I still lose you in the light?
At 1 a.m., you find me here,
Caught between the past and the tears.
A ghost of love, a whispered name,
I can't let go, but you're not the same.
The clock strikes two, and I exhale,
The night moves on, but the ache prevails.
At 1 a.m., you'll find me still,
Lost in the memories against my will.