Cold Chisel
Four In The Morning
It’s four in the morning, who knows why
I can’t sleep, and if I try
I can’t follow where she goes
When she closes those beautiful eyes
The shadowland those silken tents are drawn across
The continent of heresy she wanders in
Savouring the call to maybe this time
Make it permanent
I’ll give up smoking one day, maybe soon
Dogs’ll give up barking at the moon
Keeping watch across the hour
I’ll maybe one day find a tower
And open up a lighthouse come saloon
Lookin’ at her face, I can see
The bones of an Egyptian dynasty
The eyelids open just a crack below the lashes
Shining back like scimitars
Across the night at me
Well it’s four am, who knows how far
My rope’d run if I hired a car
Hit each town, never stayed
Left the motel bills unpaid
Just defied the way they say things are
In my mind I see that final town
Outta cash, axles in the ground
Lying in a hostel bed
No-one there to hold my head
Some internal organ breakin’ down
Lookin’ at her face, I can see
The bones of an Egyptian dynasty
The eyelids open just a crack below the lashes
Shining back like scimitars
Across the night at me
I can feel the midnight fading, all desires
Are out there with you singing in the wires
I wonder when the corner shop is open
If the wind’ll drop before the dawn
And frost up all the tires
It’s four in the morning, what can I do
A Don Alejandros should see me through
The hard reality is this
I got woken with a kiss
Once upon a time, one night with you
Lookin’ at her face, I can see
The bones of an Egyptian dynasty
The eyelids open just a crack below the lashes
Shining back like scimitars
Across the night at me
The eyelids open just a crack below the lashes
Shining back like scimitars
Across the night at me