It must be the witching hour if I'm awake
I can hear the streetlights say, "Go the f**k to sleep"
But it’s so quiet, I crawl inside my comforter to watch the world go by
It's a warm kind of silence
It's like the universe has picked me up
I’m a tiny baby in her cosmic cup
I'm not scared of the unknown, I know I am not alone
At four am the world wakes up with me