Tuesday 3 am letra

Tuesday, 3 am
Once again I'm wide awake.
Waiting for this time to mend this heart of mine,
That keeps on breaking.
Newspapers I throw away
Wash the dishes in the sink
3am, on tuesday
I have to much time to think.

I could call out to heaven I could crawl down through hell
Nothing will change the way the way they are, and nothing every will

He thinks I can't hear him cry
And I pretend I don't know all about the 3 am's he spend wrestling with your ghost.

I hear him call out to heaven, I watch him crawl down through hell
He still can't get over you
I know he never will

Nothing he says can bring you back
He's got nothing left to show
But a pocket watch and memories
For that kiss out in the snow

I hear him call out to heaven, I watch him crawl down through hell
He still can't get over you
I know he never will

I hear him call out to heaven, I watch him crawl down through hell
He still can't get over you
I know he never will

Rebekah Jordan - Letras

• Tuesday 3 am