Three in the morning... Whisky on my tongue... Red pen in my hand... Trying to write about darkness again... But somehow... You keep showing up... Sitting here dissolving whisky on my tongue Red pen ink fading while the night's still young Tears on the page Rip it Start again Throw another broken verse onto the pile with ten Scrunched-up paper scattered over the floor Like pieces of stories I don't tell anymore Trying to write storms Trying to write scars Trying to write darkness Trying to name old stars Then a random smile breaks through the hurt Now I'm staring at the ceiling wondering how that works One minute focused on ghosts One minute lost in thought The next minute you're somehow living Inside a song I haven't wrote Hold on... Hold on... For something I understand... PERFECT TIME... WRONG PLACE... WRONG SIDE OF THE OCEAN... RIGHT INSIDE THE SONG... PERFECT TIME... WRONG PLACE... I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS... BUT I DON'T THINK SO... PERFECT TIME... WRONG PLACE... NORTHERN LIGHTS... SOUTHERN SKIES... STILL CROSSING MY MIND... Three in the morning Light rain outside Whisky getting weaker While the questions come alive Another page covered in red-ink scars Trying to draw meaning from distant stars Makes no sense Never planned this Wasn't looking Didn't ask for this Love? I don't think so. Fantasy? I don't think so. Just another song? I don't think so. 'Cause songs don't listen back... And that's what's messing with me Everybody heard the tracks You heard the weight Everybody knew the lyrics You knew what they meant Every scar Every mile Every sleepless night Every piece of darkness Buried out of sight How the hell did you hear The things I never actually said? PERFECT TIME... WRONG PLACE... WRONG SIDE OF THE OCEAN... RIGHT INSIDE THE SONG... PERFECT TIME... WRONG PLACE... GREEN FIRE... COLD BLUE EYES... STILL BURNING THROUGH THE NIGHT... Who is this girl? Who is this girl? Who is this girl? I still don't know... Northern Lights above your world Southern Skies over mine Different roads Different lives Still ending up in the same lines I was writing about survival Writing about pain Writing about finding purpose Inside the rain Writing about pressure Writing about scars Then somehow you turned up Between the bars Not part of the hurt Not part of the damage More like a spark Appearing in the static A strange chapter Nobody saw coming Not even me Maybe that's the point... Maybe some people arrive Without a reason Without a warning Without a plan Maybe they don't show up To stay... Maybe they show up To remind you You're still capable Of feeling something PERFECT TIME... WRONG PLACE... WRONG SIDE OF THE OCEAN... RIGHT INSIDE THE SONG... PERFECT TIME... WRONG PLACE... NORTHERN LIGHTS... SOUTHERN SKIES... GREEN FIRE... COLD BLUE EYES... PERFECT TIME... WRONG PLACE... DIFFERENT WORLDS... SAME DREAM... PERFECT TIME... WRONG PLACE... I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND... BUT I DON'T THINK SO... Whisky gone... Red ink faded... Another page survives... The floor covered in crumpled pieces... The night's almost over... And somehow... You're still here... Perfect time... Wrong place... Wrong side of the ocean... Right inside the song...
