I know 2am. I know it backwards, inside out. I know the tread of tired tip-toes That against the silence shouts. It's when the night time has its guard down About to swap watch with the day, And it will talk to you of truth If you can coax it the right way. I know 2am. The way it weaves throughout the city, To settle softly on the things That in the daylight aren't so pretty. I know those safe beneath sheets Will never see the dark so deep, And there's and reason that the dreamers Aren't the ones who are asleep.