i may as well try semaphore
this fool's feeling cornered
he'd tell you he was sorry
if that made good the hurt
it's too late now for sorry
it's too late now for words
we survive despite our desire to stray
thought you knew my desires
i hope you're not going away
it's a question of convenience
surrendered to acceptance
dark night gives way to day
it was meant to be a gesture
that mark across your face
it's too late now for sorry
it's too late now for grace
we survive despite our desire to stray
thought you knew my desires