She said it's cold outside and she has me wearing cold She's always worried about things like that 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 strange And she says, baby, it's three a.m. I must be alone later 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 her 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 and her voice is strange And she says, baby, well it's three a.m. 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 this And she believes that life isn't made up of all that she used to And the clock on the wall has been stuck at three for days and nights She thinks that happiness is a map that sits on her doorway But outside it stopped raining And she says, baby, well it's three a.m. 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 this And she says, baby, well it's three a.m. I must be lonely And she says, baby, well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes