Late

Of all the pieces
We were leaning for
The middle of the life
Is one we know no more
We need to know no more

And I am a stone
That you are shaping out
Carving up bone
To form a face so proud
For on the inside round

Holding reason
Nothing I can say seems right
Hollow feeling
Hidden any last respite
New weight leaning
You're never gonna get this right

Hand on womb
In white so clean
A national gesture
For the bride in me
Oh for the child beneath

A merge with plaster
In a nursery world
Redeeming the features
As a family fault
Believe the warning call

Holding reason
Nothing I can say seems right
Hollow feeling
Hidden any last respite
New weight leaning
You're never gonna get this right

Holding reason
Nothing I can say seems right
Hollow feeling
Hidden any last respite
New weight leaning
You're never gonna get this right

Although I'd feeling nothing to
Beating every part of you
Oh if I'd known I'd feel such remorse
We'd 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
Can be draining the red from your pores

Holding reason
Nothing I can say seems right
Hollow feeling
Hidden any last respite
New weight leaning
You're never gonna get this right

Holding reason
Nothing I can say seems right
Hollow feeling
Hidden any last respite
New weight leaning
You're never gonna get this right