4AM - Antemasque

Four AM and I hear that cry

Look through the curtain but no sign of life

She stumbles longing over

All the secrets she hides

And silently sweeps it all under the rug

How many times have I heard that sound?

The hair on the back of my neck stands tall

Everybody slowly starts closing the blinds

Am I the only one who can recognize?

I hope I never become him

Stuck behind the morning light

I’m held in uncertain bondage, yeah

Watching, waiting

Black and white surveillance

I hope that nothing’s going wrong

I hope that nothing’s going wrong

And when he sees me look him eye-to-eye

Only on the off-hand chance that he strikes

A pantomime motion where I am

Miscast to play in the antemasque

I hope I never become him

Stuck behind the morning light

I’m held in uncertain bondage, yeah

Watching, waiting

Black and white surveillance

I hope that nothing’s going wrong

I hope that nothing’s going

Watching, waiting

Black and white surveillance

I hope that nothing’s going wrong

I hope that nothing’s going wrong

Sharp shock

Yeah I’m gonna put up

Never looking back

I’m never looking back

Sharp shock

Yeah I’m gonna put up

Never looking back

I’m ever looking back

Sharp shadow

Break that mirror

Never looking back

I’m never looking back

Yeah I’m never looking back

Watching, waiting

Black and white surveillance

I hope that nothing’s going wrong

I hope that nothing’s going

Watching, waiting

Black and white surveillance

I hope that nothing’s going wrong

I hope that nothing’s going wrong