The days are dissapearing
recently i've been fearing
that our paths will never cross again
but its just 5AM talking
Set myself up at the table
I can't sleep no i'm unable
a broken record i've become
cos its 5AM talking
Repeat, repeat
until the words fall out
over and over
until the words fall out
there's no reaction to the morning
as it hits you without warning
shield me from the outside
cos its 5AM no more
these letters in the post
yeah the kind you hate the most
there a living breathing city at my door
now that it's 5AM no more
Repeat, repeat
until the words fall out
over and over
until the words fall out