Three little blades can cause a riot
Pierce every ear at morning light
And while you're throwing out the cupboards
You can see I've thrown the fight
But how could you notice with all that fire in your eyes?
I'll wait until it's four am again
To say the things I know I should have
I'll whisper to the black screen window pain
Every single word that won't touch your face
I'll wait until it's four am
When I can break in peace again
I'll wait until it's four am
'Til it's four am
Two wooden doors that slam together
Splintering the shaky hands they hide
I don't expect an answer from the bottom of a Screwball
But how do you reason
With the hand that feeds and bites?
I'll wait until it's four am again
To say the things I know I should have
I'll whisper to the black screen window pain
Every single word that won't touch your face
I'll wait until it's four am
When I can break in peace again
I'll wait until it's four am
'Til it's four am