(J.Buckley)

Looking out the door 
I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations 
As their shoes fill up with water

Maybe I'm too young
To keep good love from going wrong
But tonight, you're on my mind so
You never know

Broken down and hungry for your love 
With no way to feed it
Where are you tonight? 
Child, you know how much I need it.
Too young to hold on 
And too old to just break free [bad word] 

Sometimes a man gets carried away,
When he feels like he should be having his fun
Much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really,
He has no-one...

So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn 
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Oh, will I ever learn?
Oh, Lover, you [bad word] over
Cause it's not too late.

Lonely is the room the bed is made
The open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one 
Who dreams he had you with him 
My body turns and yearns for a sleep
That won't [bad word] 
It's never over,
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over,
all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her...
It's never over,
All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter...
It's never over,
She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever...

But maybe I'm just too young to keep good love
From going wrong 
Oh... lover you [bad word] over...

Yes, and I feel too young to hold on 
I'm much too old to break free [bad word] 
Too deaf, dumb, and blind
To see the damage I've done
Sweet lover, you [bad word] over
Oh, love, well I'll wait for you
Lover, you [bad word] over
'Cause it's not too late.