«It's late — but I'm bleeding deep inside It's late — is it just my sickly pride? Too late — even now The feeling seems to steal away So late — though I'm crying I can't help but hear you say It's late it's late it's late But not too late.It's late — but I'm bleeding deep inside It's late — is it just my sickly pride? Too late — even now The feeling seems to steal away So late — though I'm crying I can't help but hear you say It's late it's late it's late But not too late.
