Hadley Fraser - The Other Hours

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 wondеr how you can stay alive?
Are you at peacе 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