It´s three o´clock in the morning,
Or maybe it´s four.
I am thinking of you,
Wondering what I should do,
But I´m finally cutting through this haze.
It´s four o´clock in the morning,
Or maybe it´s five.
I think I´m alive,
And I think I´ll survive.
I´m finally cutting through this haze of love.
Haze of love.
For days and days and days,
I´m in a haze of love.
Yeah you don´t love me like I love you.
All though you pretend,
I can see this will end.
I´m finally cutting through this haze of love.
Haze of love.
For days and days and days,
I´m in a haze of love.
It´s five o´clock in the morning,
Or maybe it´s six.
I am sick of your lies.
I am sick of your tricks.
I´m finally cutting through this haze of love.
Haze of love.
For days and days and days,
For days and days and days,
For days and days and days,
I´m in a haze of love.