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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).