Three in the morning, and my head is hanging low
I don't have a roadmap to tell me when I'm wrong
Three in the morning, and Mars is burning bright
Will you hold me till the breaking light
Three in the morning, and I'm lying on the floor
Cause the room is so hot that I'll sweat through all my clothes
Three in the morning, and my head is filled with light
Can you open the door and just stop by
Three in the morning and I'm thinking about you
About the fearless way in which you carry yourself through
This life and all the ways you make me feel alive
Will you hold me, and tell me it's all right