|
Looking out the door |
|
I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners |
|
Parading in a wake of sad relations |
|
As their shoes fill up with water |
|
|
|
Maybe I'm too young |
|
To keep good love from going wrong |
|
But tonight, you're on my mind so |
|
You never know |
|
|
|
Broken down and hungry for your love |
|
With no way to feed it |
|
Where are you tonight? |
|
Child, you know how much I need it. |
|
Too young to hold on |
|
And too old to just break free and run |
|
|
|
Sometimes a man gets carried away, |
|
When he feels like he should be having his fun |
|
Much too blind to see the damage he's done |
|
Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really, |
|
He has no-one... |
|
|
|
So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn |
|
Will I ever see your sweet return? |
|
Oh, will I ever learn? |
|
Oh, Lover, you should've come over |
|
Cause it's not too late. |
|
|
|
Lonely is the room the bed is made |
|
The open window lets the rain in |
|
Burning in the corner is the only one |
|
Who dreams he had you with him |
|
My body turns and yearns for a sleep |
|
That won't ever come |
|
It's never over, |
|
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder |
|
It's never over, |
|
all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her... |
|
It's never over, |
|
All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter... |
|
It's never over, |
|
She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever... |
|
|
|
But maybe I'm just too young to keep good love |
|
From going wrong |
|
Oh... lover you should've come over... |
|
|
|
Yes, and I feel too young to hold on |
|
I'm much too old to break free and run |
|
Too deaf, dumb, and blind |
|
To see the damage I've done |
|
Sweet lover, you should've come over |
|
Oh, love, well I'll wait for you |
|
Lover, you should've come over |
|
'Cause it's not too late. |
