It's two a.m. and I'm makin' love to a memory
The sound of your footsteps towards my bed ring in my ears
I wait you called my name the smell of your days work
And your aftershave, your smile, your smile keeps me holding on
It's three a.m. and I'm holding on to what used to be
Your fingers tickling my palm, telling me yes please
The arch of your back the stickiness of your nectar
The shiver through our bodies when we arrive together
I'm still holding on
I'm still holding on
I'm still
It's 5 o'clock, 4 o'clock in the morning
I feel so weak thoughts of you are graining me
It's five o'clock in the morning
Lord, I wish you were with me
But you're gone, you're gone
You're gone, you're gone
I know I must sleep