Three in the morning is the honest hour.
The meter in the hall counts down our worth.
I feed it pound coins I had meant for bread.
Emergency credit. Five pounds grace, then dark.
The meter in the hall counts down our worth.
The kids sleep warm. I've turned my side to off.
Emergency credit. Five pounds grace, then dark.

And grace runs out before the gas runs out.
The kids sleep warm. I've turned my side to off.
I check my balance like I'd check a pulse.
And grace runs out before the gas runs out.
A brown envelope waits three days unread.
I check my balance like I'd check a pulse.
The radiators tick their way to cold.
A brown envelope waits three days unread.
I price the week in fifty-pence mistakes.
The radiators tick their way to cold.
I added the week up wrong to make it right.
I price the week in fifty-pence mistakes.
Whatever we owe is climbing up the stairs.
I added the week up wrong to make it right.
Tomorrow I will smile and say I'm fine.
Whatever we owe is climbing up the stairs.
My mother did this, sitting where I sit.
Tomorrow I will smile and say I'm fine.
His trainers have a fortnight in them, tops.
My mother did this, sitting where I sit.
Next door have gone to bed behind their wall.
His trainers have a fortnight in them, tops.
The fridge holds one long note it can't resolve.
Next door have gone to bed behind their wall.
The dark is free. I sit in it for a while.
The fridge holds one long note it can't resolve.
I wring a second cup from one used bag.
The dark is free. I sit in it a while.
Nobody sees the sums I do for love.
I wring a second cup from one used bag.
I feed it pound coins I had meant for bread.
Nobody sees the sums I do for love.
Three in the morning is the honest hour.