4 A.m. Songtext

And the wind has died

7 o'clock in the evening
Watching the TV show
Tears from your dark eyes
Your head against the sunset
And the harbour below

It's the cruellest thing
The cruellest thing
That I've ever known
It's time and circumstance
Taking their toll
There's no stones being thrown

Your bed was a warm bed
A warm bed in a cold room
Always the same pictures on the wall
And some love in the morning
With your dog at your pillow And a half empty bottle of baby oil

7 o'clock in the evening
Moon on the sea
Oh, the night is rattling
With burglar alarms
Oh, they're ringing for me

It's the cruellest thing
The cruellest thing
That I've ever known
It's just time and circumstance
Taking their toll
There's no stones being thrown