Lyrics

It strikes just like a disease
Transmitted through the breeze
At first it feels a little queasy
Then it starts to bleed

Oh, what a tragic scene
So much suffering
Seems like the whole wide world is burning
It doesn’t mean a thing

It’s three o’clock in the morning
I’m wide awake in bed
When without any warning
It pops into my head
I’ve had this sense of forlorning
Since I was just a kid
I’ll bare my soul while you’re snoring
Confessing all of the crimes I’ve committed

I’ve sailed the seven seas
To die here on my knees
The simple life can be so easy
But then you start to bleed

Oh what a comedy
A puppet on a string
He doesn’t know the whole world’s burning
It doesn’t mean a thing

It’s three o’clock in the morning
I’m wide awake in bed
When without any warning
It pops into my head
I’ve had this sense of forlorning
Since I was just a kid
I’ll bare my soul while you’re snoring
Confessing all of the crimes I’ve committed

Words & Music by Tom Adams
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