In the crowd outside
Late December, no snow
I follow after you
Through the lines
You stroke your fingers
Lightly against my cheek
And in a moment
Where everything stands still
Then I had a chance to say
Everything I never said
Then I had a chance to give you
Everything you never had
But I was a coward
There is a simple answer
You are warm when I am cold
You take up so little space
I take it all
I press my lips
Lightly against your neck
I ask are you crying:
You taste of salt
You gave me a chance to say
Everything I never said
You gave me a chance to give you
Everything I never gave you
Those small small words are the hard words
And the difficult words are the simple words
I had the chance, you gave me the chance
But now it is too late
Now it is too late
Those small small words are the hard words
And the difficult words are the simple words
I had the chance, you gave me the chance
But now it is too late
Now it is too late...