The clock hand passes midnight
But her eyes are open wide
With these private thoughts that linger on
Inside her tired mind
Outstretched beyond this absence
Raising arms as it sinks in
Is such fondness only camouflaged?
Until the heartbreak finally ends
From 4 to 8 she sits up straight
She contemplates if he's awake
But still she won't disturb his room
It's far too soon, it's far too soon
She's found herself a tablet
So addictive in the dark
While this autumn breeze still whispers names
Past burning leaves and sparks
Now daylight runs much shorter
As night drags on and on
With equations made in restlessness
Its chemistry gone wrong
From 4 to 8 she sits up straight
She contemplates if he's awake
But still she won't clean out his room
It's far too soon, it's far too soon
While pretty soon she'll move along
As shadows creep across the hall
She feels him haunting every space
From 4 to 8, from 4 to 8
Where does she get the strength?
Enough to carry on
She thinks of someone else
She doesn't feel that strong
It won't take long to find herself
It won't take long to come back out
From where she's been as sights begin to change
From 4 to 8 she sits up straight
She contemplates if he's awake
But still she won't clean out his room
It's far too soon, it's far too soon
While pretty soon she'll move along
As memories start to flood the halls
She feels his spirit's warm embrace
From 4 to 8, from 4 to 8 now
From 4 to 8, from 4 to 8 now