Two In The Morning Two in the morning, still wide awake Half of what I'm thinking doesn't need a name The day's finally quiet, the mind isn't Funny how the strangest thoughts arrive like this One little idea, then another takes over Then another, then another, then the whole thing gets broader Cut through the nonsense, get straight to the centre Change my perspective, remember, reconsider Quick with the question, quicker with the answer Then question the answer and look for another Nothing too serious, nothing too clean Just seeing what exists in between Two in the morning Still awake Two in the morning Nothing left to fake Let the hours drift Let the thoughts run free Two in the morning That's enough for me Rapid little fragments, packed into patterns Different interpretations, different reactions One thought hits, then the next one arrives Three more behind it before the first survives Backtrack, break down, rebuild, rearrange Find a different angle, then completely change No need for certainty, no need for a verdict Some things get clearer when you stop trying to perfect it Two in the morning Still awake Two in the morning Nothing left to fake Let the hours drift Let the thoughts run free Two in the morning That's enough for me Maybe the quiet isn't empty Maybe there's plenty hiding there A little space between the thoughts A little room to notice what was always there Quick mind, quick mouth, thoughts moving sideways Turning tiny observations into completely new pathways Nothing predetermined, nothing already written One minute certain, next minute reconsidering Catch the contradiction, examine the detail Don't throw it away just because it doesn't fit the tale Let different ideas occupy the same space Sometimes understanding starts when you stop needing everything in place Two in the morning Still awake Two in the morning Nothing left to fake Let the hours drift Let the thoughts run free Two in the morning That's enough for me Two in the morning Soon becoming three Still a little curious About what tomorrow brings to me No final answer No reason to pretend Some thoughts can stay unfinished And still make perfect sense
