If you take a look around for a little bit of time
You'll notice that night has already fallen
If you go back home and don't find anyone there
You'll notice that someone's missing in the city
If you turn the radio on
Every song played will say "Goodbye, so long, my love"
If you turn the radio on
All of them will say together: "It's too late"
If the illusion you had that the facts were wires on your hand
Has been lost now
You'll want to take your old violin off of the closet
You'll notice that a song is still missing
If you turn the radio on
Every song played will say "Goodbye, so long, my love"
'Cry later'
You'll leave that on the list of the things you'll do tomorrow
And when the morning Sun knocks at your door
And when nothing outside matters
It's OK, it's too late