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
And 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
And 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 will [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 the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe I’m just too young 
To keep good love from going wrong 

Oh... lover, you [bad word] over
'Cause it's not too late

Well I feel too young to hold on
And 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’m waiting for you

Lover, you [bad word] over
'Cause it's not too late