[CHORUS “FOUR A.M. AFTERNOON” | 16 bars] Four A.M. Afternoon— light it, bloom, Turn my stumbles into room. Calendar’s broken, but I’m tuned— Hands up, hands up, push through. Four A.M. Afternoon— neon noon, Spin the shame to something true. If I drop, I bounce in soon— Hands up, hands up, push through. Four A.M. Afternoon— echoed room, Wrong notes singing into tune. Step by step, I change the view— Hands up, hands up, push through.
