Here’s an original song idea. Took this straight off my Zoom recorder before I ran out the door this morning.
[ mp3 ] [ chords and lyrics ]
Do you even know how I feel? Well I guess you’ll never know
How could you know how I’ve felt? They’re words I’ve never spoke
But it’s too late, it’s too late
Now I’m too late, it’s too late
I don’t even know how you feel? Now I guess I’ll never know
How could I know how you’ve felt? Questions I’ve never wrote
Now it’s too late, it’s too late
I’m too late, it’s too late
What if we had met another place, another time?
Would I still be writing this song, or would it be your hands in mine?
Could we escape? Could we run away? Run away?
Could we start this over, when I have the words to say?
‘Cos this time, I’m too late, I’m too late
