Three in the morning, and my head is hanging low I don't have a roadmap to tell me when I'm wrong Three in the morning, and Mars is burning bright Will you hold me till the breaking light Three in the morning, and I'm lying on the floor Cause the room is so hot that I'll sweat through all my clothes Three in the morning, and my head is filled with light Can you open the door and just stop by Three in the morning and I'm thinking about you About the fearless way in which you carry yourself through This life and all the ways you make me feel alive Will you hold me, and tell me it's all right