At 3am he knocks on my door
Drunker than he was before
The bars are closed, his lines fell short
He wonders what I'm doing.

And I konw there's nothing here to last
We're broken strings and shattered glass
But for a minute the water's still
The moon shines brightly on these hills
Love may not have come to stay
But here and now we feel ok
It's 4am and he sings me a song.

At 5am he's on my couch
The laughter gives away to doubts
There's a Guild in the corner missing a G
And a broken mirror looking back at me.
It's 8am when I brush my teeth. He rolls over and turns his pillow.

And I know there's nothing here to last
We're broken strings and shattered glass -
But for a moment the water was still
The moon was bright behind those hills
In the summer's breeze we made our way
And then and there we felt ok
It's 3am and he's at my door.