We lie awake beneathh the stars
Talk of dreams, lifes ironies thus far
And in your arms were close enough to kiss
it doesnt happen, no
it never will i guess
but i can hope i can think of you at times
thought it best to let you knnow
youve crept into my mind
its too late to say goodbye
its too early yet to think you cant be mine
its too late to say goodbye
its too early yet to think you cant be mine
so wel talk every now and then
about our day to day
never saying the things wed both called to say
i think i smile a little differently
when youre close by
you make it hard for me to put all my fears aside
its too late to say goodbye
its too early yet to think you cant be mine
its too late to say goodbye
its too early yet to think you cant be mine
so whats love you ask
and i think it over
and all my delusions collapse
so you can stay, drive me crazy in vain
there is pleasure to be found
in this sort of pain...
its too late to say goodbye
its too early yet to think you cant be mine
its too late
so whats love you ask
and i think it over
and all my delusions collapse
so you can stay, drive me crazy in vain
there is pleasure to be found
in this sort of pain...
Talk of dreams, lifes ironies thus far
And in your arms were close enough to kiss
it doesnt happen, no
it never will i guess
but i can hope i can think of you at times
thought it best to let you knnow
youve crept into my mind
its too late to say goodbye
its too early yet to think you cant be mine
its too late to say goodbye
its too early yet to think you cant be mine
so wel talk every now and then
about our day to day
never saying the things wed both called to say
i think i smile a little differently
when youre close by
you make it hard for me to put all my fears aside
its too late to say goodbye
its too early yet to think you cant be mine
its too late to say goodbye
its too early yet to think you cant be mine
so whats love you ask
and i think it over
and all my delusions collapse
so you can stay, drive me crazy in vain
there is pleasure to be found
in this sort of pain...
its too late to say goodbye
its too early yet to think you cant be mine
its too late
so whats love you ask
and i think it over
and all my delusions collapse
so you can stay, drive me crazy in vain
there is pleasure to be found
in this sort of pain...