by Jonathan Cope

When it's too late, too late to call you
I'll be sorry I did not warn you
When it's too late, too late to stop you
I'm gonna miss you when you're gone

If you'd told me you didn't want to anymore
I would have tried to break down your door
But now it's too late, too late to stop you
And I have missed you now you're not here

Now I live without you
While you don't live at all
But I often think about you
And that telephone call

If you'd told me you didn't want to live anymore
I would have tried to break down your door

Now it's too late

I have missed you now you're not here...

I have missed you now you're not here...