It's Too Late

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