Four in the morning
Maybe sleep will come
Maybe you'll visit me
Four in the morning
Maybe sleep will come
Maybe you'll visit me
Why aren't you at arm's reach?
Why do we speak to each other with letters?
When I sing this to you, it's the height of summer
When you'll hear it, it'll be the middle of winter
Why do I wake up at four in the morning
And try to caress your hair?
But your hair is nowhere here
There's only the pale night lamp
A bald soprano
We're singing blues, since it's four in the morning
Quietly, so we don't wake up the neighbours
The kettle with a whistle is going crazy on the stove
You'd think it's straight from Manhattan
Four in the morning
Maybe sleep will come
Maybe you'll visit me
Four in the ...