And it's too late, baby, now it's too late Though we really did try to make it Somethin' inside has died and I can't hide And I just can't fake it.

I want to connect with people; I want to make people think 'Yeah, that's how I feel.' And if I can do that, that's an accomplishment.

It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell And I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well.

He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tr…