Those Three Words 歌词

Tiny little specks among the grass With the blades against our backs We were absolutely made of glass Something beautiful that I let crack I wanted those three words but all you had Was you’re too late You’re too late I can’t make you want what you don’t When you say That you’re too late Fault lines trace the hollow place Where you’d lay in my embrace Your star dims in heights too great Something beautiful that takes me into space So far away from what I heard you say Was you’re too late You’re too late I can’t make you want what you don’t When you say That you’re too late But I saw this picture different And now I see it from a distance I took the frame away Now it floats in disarray You’re too late You’re too late I can’t make you want what you don’t When you say That you’re too late