I knew you could not forget me, couldn’t if you tried
You’d spoken truth on upper street: I was your soul and you were mine
But the fire was too hot for you and you took your burned hand away
And gave it to an ordinary love to soothe it every day
And now you come to me too late too late
And now you come to me too late
Where there were no barriers you’ve grown up ghosts between us now
Their cold fingers pull me back, they hunt my courage down
And now you come to me too late
You sold your lovely soul while I never found the one who had the currency for mine
And now you come to me too late
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