It's already past four o'clock
All the roads lead to dead ends after this hour
Who even tells the truth about their own lives
There's no such thing as absolute truth, we're lucky, in a way
I don't know, are you also staying up all night in a bar right now?
Or do you sleep soundly tucked in your bed every night?
If a day ever comes and you become worn out, would you forget about me?
If some things ever remain inside your chest, let them stay for evermore
It's already past four o'clock
All the roads lead to dead ends after this hour
Who even tells the truth about their own lives
There's no such thing as absolute truth, we're lucky, in a way
I don't know, are you also staying up all night in a bar right now?
Or do you sleep soundly tucked in your bed every night?
If a day ever comes and you become worn out, would you forget about me?
If some things ever remain inside your chest, let them stay for evermore