Three o' clock on a

late Sun day mor ning

The can dles have

burned to their end

Found the pic tures

we've ta ken

And now I'm a wa ken and

sleep's my in vi si ble friend

So I'm sta ring the

hands off my wall clock

Seems both of us just

hang a round

Got no one to warm me

and no thing to hold

My bo dy needs what

it don't have

Wi thout him

I rea lly don't mind

A li ttle bit lone ly

he'll make up in time

As long as he loves me

he'll an swer his crime

The door stays wide o pen

I know that he's mine

The tracks of my tears

keep on free zin'

I'm mel ting the cold

in the halls

I feel like I'm drow nin'

there's no one a round

And now I'm just

clim bing the walls

Per haps if I played

the se duc tress

A pa ssio nate

wo man of guile

He'd be here in a mi nute

the heat won't di mi nish

He'd wear no thing

more that a smile

Wi thout him

I rea lly don't mind

A li ttle bit lo nely

he'll make up in time

As long as he loves me

he'll an swer his crime

The door stays wide o pen

I know that he's mine

Char lie keep sin gin'

that chan son

Your words al ways

make so much sense

And though they're in French

I've got no de fense

I know that I'm

rea ching the end

So, ru mours, keep

fly ing a round me

It's you I re fuse

to be lieve

He's right 'round

the cor ner

He knows that I'm home now

and no bo dy calls me na ive

Wi thout him

I rea lly don't mind

A li ttle bit lone ly

he'll make up in time

As long as he loves me

he'll an swer his crime

The door stays wide o pen

I know that he's mine