4:07 - Nick Betschart & Dyeana: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Nick Betschart & Dyeana

4:07

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4:07 was released on May 15, 2026 by R3cords Three Production Studios as a part of the album Blackout - EP

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OVERVIEW

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Nick Betschart

Rap

Dyeana

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Nick Betschart

Songwriter

Diego Rinaldi

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Nick Betschart

Producer

Emyxtra

Mixing Engineer

Jelena

Mastering Engineer

Blerim Gashi

Recording Engineer

Marvin Tari

Engineer

R3cords Three Production Studios

R3cords Three Production Studios

Producer

Lyrics

Sunday morning, you left your coffee cold

You kissed my neck and said you'd be back by four

I wrote your name in steam on the bathroom glass

Didn't know that I was writing on our last

I counted seconds like they owed me something

Watched the clock until the silence started humming

Then the phone lit up with a number I didn't know

And the whole world tilted — slow

You were running through a yellow turning red

I was folding laundry, you were lying in the road instead

Glass and asphalt — Tuesday, 4:07

I was making dinner while you were halfway to heaven

Don't tell me it was peaceful, don't tell me it was fast

Don't tell me that you didn't feel it — I know you held on to the last

Glass and asphalt, where the ordinary breaks

Where the life I built with you just disintegrates

Your jacket's still beside the door — I cannot move it

The paramedic said your name, I almost didn't believe it

I held your hand but your hand wasn't you

Just bones and cold and something I can't get through

They offered me a sedative and a paper cup

Said "take your time" — like time is something I can trust

But I'm still standing in that hallway, fluorescent and white

Holding a bag of your things in the dead of that night

You were running through a yellow turning red

I was folding laundry, you were lying in the road instead

Glass and asphalt — Tuesday, 4:07

I was making dinner while you were halfway to heaven

Don't tell me it was peaceful, don't tell me it was fast

Don't tell me that you didn't feel it — I know you held on to the last

Glass and asphalt, where the ordinary breaks

Where the life I built with you just disintegrates

Nobody warned me that grief sounds like a dial tone

That love turns to a bedroom that you sleep in alone

That I'd find your handwriting and fall apart in a grocery store

That I'd Google your name just to feel you one more time — just once more

They keep saying "he's at peace" like that's supposed to patch the hole

Like I can fold up all my feelings, move on, and just let go

But I'm angry at the driver, angry at the road, angry at the clock

Angry at the Tuesday, angry at myself for every fight we fought

I'm angry at the yellow light, angry at the speed, angry at the miss

Angry at the universe for thinking this — was it

For thinking this — was it

Oh — I still reach for you in the dark

Oh — I still talk to every empty part

Of this house, of this bed, of this life, of this chest

Oh — I'm screaming and it sounds like a song you'd have loved

I'll carry youuuu

Every broken pieeeece — oh yeah —

I'll carry youuuu — in every breath I breathe —

Oh — oh — ohhhhh —

Don't leeeave —

Don't leeeave —

You were running through a yellow turning red

I was folding laundry, you were lying in the road instead

Glass and asphalt — Tuesday, 4:07

I was making dinner while you were halfway to heaven

Don't tell me it was peaceful, don't tell me it was fast

Don't tell me that you didn't feel it — I know you held on to the last

Glass and asphalt, where the ordinary breaks

And every single morning — I rebuild what disintegrates

Written by: Diego Rinaldi, Nick Betschart

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