Late

For the pieces we were leaning for

The middle of a life is one we knew no more

We need to know no more

And I am the stone that you were shaping out

Carving up bone to form a face so proud

For on the inside round

Holding reason, nothing I can say seems right

All the feeling hidden, any last respite

An awake meaning, you're never going to get this right

A hand on womb, in a white so clean

A national gesture for the bride in me

Or for the child beneath

I'll merge with plaster in a nursery wall

Redeeming the features as a family fall

Believe the warning call

Holding reason, nothing I can say seems right

All the feeling hidden, any last respite

An awake meaning, you're never going to get this right

Holding reason, nothing I can say seems right

All the feeling hidden, any last respite

An awake meaning, you're never going to get this right

Although I'd feel it nothing to

Be eating every part of you

Oh, if I'd known I'd feel such remorse

Would be trading an outlook for yours

All that I say and what I do

Will never be enough for you

Oh, I could be someone adored

Could be draining the red from your pulse

Holding reason, nothing I can say seems right

All the feeling hidden, any last respite

An awake meaning, you're never going to get this right (there's a last respite)

Holding reason, nothing I can say seems right

All the feeling hidden, any last respite

An awake meaning, you're never going to get this right