Those Three Words

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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"
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"You're too late"
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I can't make you want what you don't when you say
That "you're too late"

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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"
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
"You're too late"
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

I can't make you want what you don't when you say
That "you're too late"
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I saw this picture different
And now I see it from a distance
I took the frame away
Now it floats in disarray
(In disarray)
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
"You're too late"
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
"You're too late"
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I can't make you want what you don't when you say
That, "you're too late"
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh