Three in the Morning, Still Here

Lyrics

Three in the morning, the house is asleep
The fridge hums a hymn that it never will keep
I sit with the kettle, the lamp turned down low
The dark is a blanket, it's heavy and slow

The clock on the landing is counting the hours
There's frost on the glass and a ghost of the flowers
My worries are circling like moths round the light
But the walls are still standing, the roof's holding tight

So thank you for the quiet, thank you for the chair
Thank you for the people sleeping upstairs
Three in the morning, and I'm still here
Still here, still here, and the morning is near

A lorry goes by on the road far away
Somebody's working to start someone's day
I think of the hands that have carried me through
The loaf on the table, the coat that I knew

I never said it plainly, I just let it go unsaid
Now the words come soft as breathing in the dark beside my bed
Thank you, thank you, thank you, to the ones who kept me warm
Whether I was tired, whether I was torn

So thank you for the quiet, thank you for the chair
Thank you for the people sleeping upstairs
Three in the morning, and I'm still here
Still here, still here, and the morning is near

The kettle is singing, the window turns grey
Three in the morning is stepping away
I'm still here, still here
And the morning is near