Lyrics of Wednesday morning, 3 am

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, broken the law
For twenty-five 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