4AM Sunday Morning

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Lyrics of 4AM Sunday Morning

When I’m in my hour of need
Would you stay with me
Comfort and seed?
When they come, the ghosts of my past
Who left in pieces, left me at last?

When the songs find their way in this house in the night
Through the old attic window, while the moon shines bright
The old broken miller stares at his stone
With wheat, chaff and memory
I lie here alone

On 4am Sunday Morning

When I’m in my hour of need
Would you stay with me
With comfort and seed?
When they come, the ghosts of my past
Who left in pieces, left me at last?

And the songs make their way down these stairs one by one
Dressed up like debutants prepared for the prom
They leave behind their innocence, they leave behind their fear
I make sure that they do that
Before they do that
Before they leave here

And Venus shines over the rooftops tonight
I’m no astronomer but I think that that’s right
Isn’t she the one that shines out alone
While the old broken miller stares at his stone

On 4am Sunday Morning
4am Sunday Morning

About 4AM Sunday Morning

A song I wrote when I moved to Gent during covid. It’s a bit of a sad, moody one, about feeling alone at … 4am on a Sunday morning. (As I remember, I had a hectic two weeks moving, and finally could spend my first night alone at my new home – I hadn’t had time to put the bed together, so I was sleeping on a matress on the floor).

 

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