What is it you want to say?
Better said than left to stay awake on
And play over and over.
How is it that your happiness
Pays little respect for our friendship?
Prices paid and people weighed up
For you love.
But it's too late, too late, too late
For you love to be your freedom.
One day it was just you and me.
Next thing I knew it was three
And the wheels were falling off
Too late to slow it down.
Why is it that my happiness
Plays bitter requests for your friendship.
A balancing act
Not even I can hold.
But it's too late, too late, too late
For you love to be your freedom.
You won't be there, you won't be there
I don't mind, anymore
You won't be there, you won't be there
And I don't mind, I don't mind
You won't be there, you won't be there
I don't mind, anymore
You won't be there, you won't be there
And I don't mind, I don't mind
But it's too late, too late, too late
For you love to be your freedom.
It happens everyday to someone.
People go and people come undone
And as they unravel
They get knitted up to something new
And for a precious few
They're better than before.
