She said, “It’s cold outside, ” and she hands me my raincoat

She’s always worried about things like that

Well, she said, “It’s all gonna end and it might as well be my fault”

And she only sleeps when it’s raining

And she screams, and her voice is straining

She says, “Baby, it’s 3 AM, I must be lonely”

And she says, “Baby, well, I can’t help

But be scared of it all sometimes

And the rain’s gonna wash away, I believe it”

Well, she’s got a little bit of something, God, it’s better than nothing

And in her color portrait world, she believes that she’s got it all

She swears the moon don’t hang quite as high as it used to

And she only sleeps when it’s raining

And she screams (screams) and her voice is straining

She says, “Baby, well, it’s 3 AM, I must be lonely”

Well, heaven she says, “Baby, yeah, well, I can’t help

But be scared of it all sometimes

And the rain’s gonna wash away, I believe this”

Well, she believes that life isn’t made up of all that you’re used to

And the clock on the wall has been stuck at 3 for days and days

She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway

But outside, it’s stopped raining

She says, “Baby, well, it’s 3 AM, I must be lonely”

Heaven, she says, “Baby, yeah, well, I can’t help

But be scared of it all sometimes

And the rain’s gonna wash away, I believe this”

Well, it’s 3 AM, I must be lonely (I must be lonely)

Well, heaven, she says, “Baby, well, I can’t help

But be scared of it all sometimes”