3 O'clock

(tick tock...

miau...)

The dial says three AM

A scratching at the bedroom door

Your amber eyes are wide again

Shadows stretch across the wooden floor

You don't care that the dew is cold Or that the streetlights

are half asleep

You've got a wild ancient tale untold

And a promise that you mean to keep

Oh, begging at the pane

To hunt the dark and chase the wind

Until the night is spent in vain

Let the backyard wild begin

(miau,

miau...)

I swing the heavy wooden frame

You slip into the waiting cool

No longer domestic or tame

Ruling over your grassy pool

Oh, begging at the pane

To hunt the dark and chase the wind

Until the night is spent in vain

Let the backyard wild begin (hmmmm...)

Now the house is quiet again

I'll wait up by the kitchen light

(tick tock...)