If I tell you what's on my mind

Don't know if I want to

What could you tell me to make me feel fine

Riding up on your high horse

I've been wondering all of the time

Looking for something to fill up

Swallows start from below underground

And invented the spill up

It's too late

Every time I try to tell you how I feel

It's too late

By the time you listen none of it is still real

It's too late

Every time I try to tell you how I feel

It's too late

By the time you listen none of it is still real

One dime and I could make a call

If I had any number

One lie would cushion the fall

Of looking for a new lover

The sad markets are burning the prize

And the children are captive

And almost create something to die

Have you created the angels

It's too late

Every time I try to tell you how I feel

It's too late

By the time you listen none of it is still real

It's too late

Every time I try to tell you how I feel

It's too late

By the time you listen none of it is still real