Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M. - Simon & Garfunkel

I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love

as she lies here beside me

asleep with the night

and her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow

reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight

she is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy

and I watch as her breasts, gently rise, gently fall

for I know with the first light of dawn I'll be leaving

and tonight will be all I have left to recall

oh what have I done, why have I done it?

I've committed a crime, I've broken the law

for 25 dollars and pieces of silver

I held up and robbed a hard liquor store

my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion

a scene badly written in which I must play

yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me

the morning is just a few hours away