Lying Here at 3

Lying Here at 3 - Max Stalling

I cannot begin to know

What it is that makes it so

Comfortable for me

To be lying here at three

In the afternoon with you

Lord knows I've got work to do

A name to make and things to prove

But every time I try

To whisper a goodbye

I find that it's no use

My life becomes a sigh

When I lie down next to you

Maybe it's your sweet warm touch

That seems to calm me down so much

Makes the lions at the gate

Have to mill around and wait

Till I've gained my strength from you

My life becomes a sigh

When I lie down next to you

I listen as the clock ticks on

And watch the sunlight's rays grow long

Stretching cross the floor

As I'm lying here at four

In the afternoon with you