Intro] (Tick tock, tick tock) AISA. Yeah. (Six, seven. Six, seven.) [Verse 1] The neon lights are fading out over Stureplan DJ packing up his gear, I’m the only fan Left on the floor, staring at the door The Swedish summer sun is creeping in Another sleepless night is ‘bout to begin My makeup is perfect, but I feel so cheap Why am I the only one who cannot sleep? [Pre-Chorus] One, two, three, four, five Trying to keep this hope alive But the numbers on the screen Are the meanest thing I’ve ever seen [Chorus] It’s six seven in the morning (A.M.!) And I’m still waiting for my phone to ring (Ring, ring, ring!) Yeah, it’s six seven, sun is warning (A.M.!) That another day won't change a thing I’m counting seconds, counting sheep While the city’s fast asleep It’s six seven, six seven Am I ever gonna get to heaven? (No, no) [Verse 2] In the studio booth, laying down the track Auto-Tune my voice so it doesn't crack Max said "give it energy, give it life" But your silence cuts me like a knife I’m tracking vocals, hitting every note While I’m tracking your location on my phone (So pathetic) [Pre-Chorus] One, two, three, four, five Trying to keep this hope alive But the numbers on the screen Are the meanest thing I’ve ever seen [Chorus] It’s six seven in the morning (A.M.!) And I’m still waiting for my phone to ring (Ring, ring, ring!) Yeah, it’s six seven, sun is warning (A.M.!) That another day won't change a thing I’m counting seconds, counting sheep While the city’s fast asleep It’s six seven, six seven Am I ever gonna get to heaven? [Bridge] (Drop it down low) Six... (Is it over?) Seven... (Are you sober?) Six... (I’m still crying) Seven... (Feel like dying) (Build it up!) Six, seven, eight, nine, TEN! Let's do it all again! [Synth Solo] (Aggressive, hypnotic synth solo) [Chorus] It’s six seven in the morning (A.M.!) And I’m still waiting for my phone to ring (Ring, ring, ring!) Yeah, it’s six seven, sun is warning (A.M.!) That another day won't change a thing I’m counting seconds, counting sheep While the city’s fast asleep It’s six seven, six seven Am I ever gonna get to heaven? [Outro] Six seven. Six seven A.M. Still nothing. (Click.)
