She says it's cold outside, and she hands me my raincoat
She's always worried about things like that.
She says it's all gonna end, and it might as well be my fault
And she only sleeps when it's raining,
And she screams, and her voice is strained,

She says baby,
It's 3AM I must be lonely,
When she says baby,
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes,
Says the rains gonna wash away I believe it.

She's got a little bit of something, God it's better than nothing
And in her color portrait world she believes that she's got it all
She swears the moon don't hang as quite as high as it used to.
And she only sleeps when it's raining,
And she screams, and her voice is strained,

She says baby,
It's 3AM I must be lonely,
When she says baby,
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes,
Says the rains gonna wash away I believe it.

She believes that life is made up of all that you're used to
And the clock on the wall, has been stuck at three for days
She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway
And outside, it's stopped raining.

She says baby,
It's 3AM I must be lonely,
When she says baby,
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes,
Says the rains gonna wash away I believe it.

It's 3AM I must be lonely,
When she says baby,
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes,
Says the rains gonna wash away I believe it.