guess what?
It’s three in the AM
(in the morning), dear
and all the world is dead
but I’ve got nothing more
than our conversations
half-running through my head.
I wish someday
they’d plug me in
and I’d finally fall to sleep
but until that day, it’s these silences
I’ll be working hard to keep
tell me there’s something more to this
tell me about the door
I know there’s a latch in the dark, someplace
and I know there’s a crack in the floor...
but guess what?
there’s light at the window
(here’s the morning) dear
and I’m scared to face the world,
since all I’ll have
is our nightly dreams
only barely half-unfurled.
And I hope someday
they’ll keep me here
and I’ll find a place to be
but until that moment, I lay here and wish
you’ll come to visit me.
so when you come
my darling, my light
and when you come and sing-
(I’ll kiss your eyes and call you king)
please tell me there’s nothing more than this
tell me about our love
I know there’s a key in the dark, someplace
and I know there’s a grey-white dove
so tell me about those AM mornings
tell me about our talks
I remember we kissed and laughed, once
and I know we took many walks…
darling,
my darling,
my light, my home,
guess what?
I’ve come to tell you a romantic tale,
a midnight story.
I’ve come to tell you
I’m finally, at long last
I’m free
I’m free
I’m free.
