So we meet again!" and I offer my hand. All dry and english slow...And you look at me and I understand, yeah it's a look I used to know."Three long years...and your favourite man..Is that any way to say hello?"
And you hold me... like you'll never let me go
"Oh c'mon and and have a drink with me, sit down and talk a while..."
"Oh I wish I could... and I will!But now I just dont have the time..."
And over my shoulder as I walk away, I see you give that look goodbye...I still see that look in your eye...
So dizzy Mr Busy - Too much rush to talk to Billy. All the silly frilly things have to first get done. In a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time – make it june. Until later...doesn't always come.
It's so hard to think "It ends sometimes and this could be the last. I should really hear you sing again and I should really watch you dance"
Because it's hard to think "I'll never get another chance, to hold you... to hold you... "
But chilly Mr Dilly - too much rush to talk to Billy. All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done. In a second - just hang on - all in good time - wont be long
Until later...
I should've stopped to think, I should've made the time. I could've had that drink, I could've talked a while. I would've done it right...I would've moved us on.
But I didn't...now it's all too late. It's over... over, and you're gone..
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much..
But how how many times can I walk away and wish "If only..." Keep on making the same mistake, keep on aching the same heartbreak
I wish "If only..."
But "If only...."
Is a wish too late..
