The Fray - Ungodly Hour



Don't talk, don't say a thing

'Cause your eyes, they tell me more than your words

Don't go, don't leave me now

'Cause they say the best way out is through



And I am short on words

Knowing what's occurred

She begins to leave because of me



Her bag is now much heavier

I wish that I could carry her

But this is our ungodly hour



I know you're leaving now

'Cause I held on to my way tightly

Stay still until you know

Tomorrow finds the best way out is through



And I am short on words

Knowing what's occurred

She begins to leave because of me



Her bag is now much heavier

I wish that I could carry her

But this is our ungodly hour



And I am short on words

Knowing what's occurred

She begins to leave because of me



Her bag is now much heavier

I wish that I could carry her

But this is our ungodly hour



Her bag is now much heavier

I wish that I could carry her

But this is our ungodly hour