All Time

Its 3 o'clock in the morning And conversations of old come flooding into my brains A message to them that arise in the dead of the night To whisper a thing or to unto the beloved What a way of starting a day being of one mind and spirit Im compelled to arise from my slumber and remind him that he still got my heart Its only a thing that lovers know Only a place where lovers go I am my beloved's and he is mine And when the dark melts and light appear We are way stronger than the day before And midnight conversations will never be a bore.