They call me a liberator, but I'm just a clever liar.
A case of, too little too late.
But I'm just another failure wishing I could be beside her.
I think she just sealed my fate.
Hello, hello operator but me through
I'm trying to find her.
I guess she just won't take the hint.
Closed eyes, closed mind, clothesline, close the door
I'm trying to hide here.
On the edge of the phone is her handprint.

All night you watched me from the corner of the room.
Bound tight were the lips with which you whispered,
"Only you, only me."
There's only one way I could ever see the light from through the trees.

Ill-fated equivocator, please don't implicate her - she was never ever that sick.
She was a hopeless dreamer and I was a self-made loner.
Although I was down and out all she offered was a kick.
All night you watched me from the corner of the room.
Bound tight were the lips with which you whispered,
"Only you, only me."
There's only one way I could ever see the light from through the trees.

What do you think I'm here for?
What's wrong with wanting more?
I think she's worth every misstep, worth every mistake, worth every promise that I break, every choice that I make. Every time that we're together, every time that we're apart. We were moving to the rhythmic beating of the heart.
The beating of the heart, the beating of the heart.

All night you watched me from the corner of the room.
Bound tight were the lips with which you whispered,
"Only you, only me."
There's only one way I could ever see the light from through the trees.

All night you watched me from the corner of the room. Bound tight were the lips with which you whispered, "Only you, only me." There's only one way I could ever see the light from through the trees.

Too little too late, I've sealed my fate. Too little too late, I've sealed my fate. Too little too late, I've sealed my fate. Too little too late.