3 a.m./Snow II Lyrics

I can’t call you

It’s 3 a.m. where you live

There’s nothing you could say that I’d wanna hear

I try not to think about it

I try not to think about it

What if I kept my thoughts unsaid

What if we worked out in the end

I’d be like a bunny in the woods

Living under all of your snow

All of your snow

What if I still had you to hold

What if I could watch you grow old

If I were to take a step back

You’d be the keeper and I would be kept

The island day turned your lips sour

My heart hurt from aged anger

As the hot months dragged me

Into your arms again

And again and again and again and again

Sometimes I miss the attention

Sometimes I miss the attention