4 O'clock - Emilie Autumn

4 o’clock

4 o’clock

Never let me sleep

I close my eyes and pray

For the garish light of day

Like a frightened child I run

From the sleep that never comes

4 o’clock

4 o’clock

Out of bed I creep

To climb this tower of shame

But the hour’s still the same

Only madness knows my name

At 4 o’clock

4 o’clock

4 o’clock

Never let me sleep

I close my eyes and pray

For the garish light of day

Like a frightened child I run

From the sleep that never comes

4 o’clock

4 o’clock

Out of bed I creep

To climb this tower of shame

But the hour’s still the same

Only madness knows my name

At 4 o’clock

Why can we never go back to bed?

Whose is the voice ringing in my head?

Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?

Why should I wake when I’m half past dead?

Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime

Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme

Ticking away from the ones we love

So many girls, so little time

Why can we never go back to bed?

Whose is the voice ringing in my head?

Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?

Why should I wake when I’m half past dead?

Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime

Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme

Ticking away from the ones we love

So many girls, so little time

4 o’clock

4 o’clock

Never let me sleep

I close my eyes and pray

For the garish light of day

Like a frightened child I run

From the sleep that never comes

4 o’clock

4 o’clock

Out of bed I creep

To climb this tower of shame

But the hour’s still the same

Only slumber never came

Only madness knows my name

At 4 o'

Why can we never go back to bed?

Whose is the voice ringing in my head?

Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?

Why should I wake when I’m half past dead?

Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime

Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme

Ticking away from the ones we love

So many girls, so little time

Why can we never go back to bed?

Whose is the voice ringing in my head?

Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?

Why should I wake when I’m half past dead?

Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime

Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme

Ticking away from the ones we love

So many girls, so little time

Why can we never go back to bed?