| Falling down, it inspires me, makes me think big
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| They said, two and a bottle, I wouldn’t be wandering away
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| Feelings are scarce, and you call out for yourself
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| They said home is right here, but I wouldn’t find it uphill
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| It’s too late to save the mornings,
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| they’re running from me
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| And the feelings they trouble themselves,
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| they would never be free
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| The running it would have been over
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| if I hadn’t been scared
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| It’s too late now
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| Feeling like they could be trying for something more vain
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| On the inside of people they cry for another defence
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| They said feelings are lost in a sample of something I got
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| And they playfully caught themselves talking about their esteem
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| It’s too late to save the mornings,
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| they’re coming aloud
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| And the feelings, they trouble the fires
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| that burns all around
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| And I crash, but I find myself
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| living in a state of your mind
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| It’s too late now
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| Oh
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| It’s too late to save the mornings,
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| but crave some for free
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| Now your feelings are coming from a heart
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| not beating for me
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| I got more than enough of this pain
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| that I saved for your time
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| It’s too late now |