The Small Hours

It's the hours in between that I have doubts It's the mist in the trees when the fear mounts It's the edge of the dawn when I feel low It's the grey light that pools through the window All combined with the strength of being alone It's the film that goes 'round in slow motion It's the sound from the air of the ocean It's the hours in between that I have doubts It's the mist in the trees when the fear mounts All combined with the strength of being alone