Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Too Late, artist - The Troggs. Album song Trogglodynamite, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 09.02.1967
Record label: Mercury
Song language: English
It's Too Late |
| She said,"meet me at the gates at 8 |
| Leave now, don’t be late" |
| She said one day she’d walk away |
| 'Cause I was always late |
| Thought things were okay |
| Didn’t care anyway |
| Say, «sorry babe |
| I had to meet a mate, temptin' fate |
| We first met through a shared view |
| She loved me and I did too |
| It’s now seven fifty, gettin' ready, better be nifty |
| Do my hair quickly, step out, it’s cloudy |
| Mate bells me to borrow money |
| I got two Henrys and a dealer to pay |
| Call upon Geezers to rid these green trees of my reekin' jeans |
| Got a 'you think I care' air, outglarin' Geezers stares |
| I’m here and I’m there |
| Couldn’t see past the end of my beer |
| What was gettin' near? |
| All the silence after the cheers |
| I didn’t know that it was over |
| 'Till it was too late, too late |
| But if I ever needed you |
| Would you be there? |
| She said,"meet me at the gates |
| Don’t be late" |
| But pretty soon the day came for change |
| And I was glad she never walked away |
| So I’m chosin' what to wear |
| Doin' my hear with an hour to spare |
| When my life went pear |
| She’d been there with a thick stare |
| Big wheel climbed to the top |
| Geezers stares bounced off |
| Standin' at the top of this huge mountain |
| Smilin' and shoution, spring flowers sproutin' |
| Not one inch of doubt in my mind |
| As I reached the gates |
| Came 'round the corner at a rate |
| Risked her love but I’m gonna set things straight |
| Never again am I gonna be late |
| Never again am I gonna be late |
| Never again am I gonna be late |
| I didn’t know that it was over |
| 'Till it was too late, too late |
| But if I ever needed you |
| Would you be there? |
| I said, «meet me at the gates |
| Leave now, don’t be late» |
| I waited for a while listenin' to her voice mail |
| Mind set sail |
| Then the facs turned me pale |
| Wind, rain and hail |
| My fears unveiled |
| For my fair female |
| She’d walked away |
| Too little too late |
| I step up the pace |
| Walk past the gates |
| Rain runs over my face |
| Spirit falls from grace |
| I purchase a hazy escape |
| At the alcohol place in the chase |
| Sat down, I got a fat frown |
| Weapin' and drownin' |
| My senses |
| For this love game’s expensive |
| I walk in a trance |
| Got a wounded soldier stance |
| The everyday geezers stares |
| Throw me off balance |
| Now nothin' holds significance |
| And nothin' holds relevance |
| 'Cause the only thing I can see |
| Is her elegance |
| I didn’t know that it was over |
| 'Till it was too late, too late |
| But if I ever needed you |
| Would you be there? |
| I didn’t know that it was over |
| 'Till it was too late, too late |
| But if I ever needed you |
| Would you be there? |