4: AM T.M.

4: AM T.M. - Heavy Bones

4:AM T M

Well it's four in the mornin'

My ol'lady's snorin'

Outside it's rainin'and pourin'

And I need some affection

To fuel my resurrection

So I contemplate with silent intention

Suddenly my mind is not my own

And I'm falling

I can see through the door

Another memory's

Calling yes it's calling

Then I see

In the night she comes to sweep-a-me

Off my feet

All hell fire couldn't make her a liar

In the moonlight charity's balling

Through the door another memory's calling

Whoa holy moses

It must have been hypnosis

I woke up in a bed full of roses

And it's hardly accidental

In fact I'm slightly mental

My thoughts have all become

Transcendental

Suddenly my mind is not my own

And I'm falling

I can see through the door

Another memory's

Calling yes it's calling

Then I see

In the night she comes to sweep-a-me

Off my feet

All hell fire couldn't make her a liar

In the moonlight charity's balling

Through the door another memory's calling

Then I see

In the night she comes to sweep-a-me

Off my feet

All hell fire couldn't make her a liar

In the moonlight charity's balling

Through the door another memory's calling

All hell fire couldn't make her a liar

Through the door another memory's calling

Hear me calling

Hear me calling

Hear me calling