Been absent for so long
Though appearing awake
Someone says I belong
But it’s all the same to me 

It’s too late to turn the tide
It’s too late for wounded pride
Somehow I only make it through
When I’m with you
I know that too 

I’ve been staring at a candle, ‘till it stings my eyes
Somehow the pain [bad word] Tomorrow’s more than I can handle. [bad word] tired
Guess on the way down we really see ourselves 

It’s too late to turn the tide
It’s too late for wounded pride
Somehow I only make it through
When I’m with you
I know that 

Don’t know how to make amends
Don’t know where to begin
All the [bad word] we said is hard to take back [bad word] every known offence
While we lost something precious within
Too [bad word] proud to reach out