Noah And The Whale

Well it's four in the morning,
things are getting heavy,
and we both know that it's over, but we both are not ready
and you're talking like a stranger
so I don't know what to do
and I'm callous and I'm cruel, to everyone but you
And the stars shining through our window
and the stars shining through our window
and it's been awhile since I stared at the stars
yeah, it's been awhile, since I stared at the stars
Spring can be the cruelest of months
but bringing in your life