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The Other Hours - Hadley Fraser/Will Butterworth
Who are you in the other hours
When your hair's undone
And your guard's let down
When you're all alone in your nightgown
Are you the life of the party then
Sitting by yourself again
Where are you in the other hours
Are you in a secret place that calls
When you're by yourself within your walls
Are you undressed with no place to go
Off to catch your private show
Why do you greet the morning
Draping your heart in a shroud
Why must your life be a sideshow
Played to an ignorant crowd
So how are you in the other hours
Do you pray for morning to arrive
Do you wonder how you can stay alive
Are you at peace in a troubled mind
Hoping no one else would find
You're only playing dumb
'Til the other hours come
Who do you think you're fooling
Turning your face to the light
Clearly you're turning to something
That is revealed to the night
What are you in the other hours
Are you queen of some abandoned song
Thinking how your crown of jewels had shone
You're sitting there with no one to reign
Thinking no one sees your pain
No one sees your drum
'Til the other hours come
'Til the other hours come
'Til the other hours come
