It's four A.M. November ten, a strange electric hour I'm swallowing the morning of your flower Petal by petal I'm laying you bare, red as any rose is (Watch her as she opens and she closes) Let me turn your tears into wine Let me turn your darkest hour into light Let me turn your crow into a dove Let me be the one to make you love It's four A.M. November ten, a vague and hazy time You lie asleep, you're breathing like a child I'm writing with my poet's hand To reach you with my pen I know that I can make you love again Let me turn your tears into wine Let me turn your darkest hour into light Let me turn your crow into a dove Let me be the one to make you love In those words I create you Into someone who will Always come back Once you've closed the door. Into someone who will never refuse When I ask for more. But if I think I can own you With some lavender prose Or a violet song, I am wrong. And if I think I can have you With a salty kiss or a sultry dance, Well, I can't. Let me turn your tears into wine Let me turn your darkest hour into light Let me turn your crow into a dove Let me be the one to make you love