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
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