Too Late

TOO LATE

Words & Music: Caroline Lavelle

I knew you could not forget me, couldn’t if you tried.
You’d spoken truth on Upper Street: I was your soul & you were mine.
But the fire was too hot for you & you took your burned hand away
and gave it to an ordinary love to soothe it every day:

And now you come to me too late too late,
and now you come to me too late.

Where there were no barriers you’ve grown up ghosts between us now;
their cold fingers pull me back – they hunt my courage down.

And now you come to me too late.

You sold your lovely soul while I never found the one who had the currency for mine.

And now you come to me too late.

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