Call the morgue and the police
Another corpse in the city
Shiver runs the spine, of who is here
He tried the strength
He tried to shine
He tried deep into his heart
But just the echo, who replied
3 and 3 am
Tomorrow is so late, in the end
3 and 3 am
Tomorrow can be so late
He use to smile, he had friends
Was so in love to his girlfriend
And no one could guess
Cause the rest he just pretended
One day he choosed
Like choosed his clothes
The end point of his ghosts
And decided to don't, suffer anymore
Load a gun or hang a rope?
Tided eyes, or pills to suicide?
3 and 3 am
Tomorrow is so late, in the end
3 and 3 am
Tomorrow can be so late
