I did my best to ignore the things that should need no practice And the things you can't cultivate And now it's too late
Tell me please that I've come for no reason When I feared you had to talk to someone But we're getting on ok, improving even
Prepared to face that gentle kind of verdict Polite and cruel Is there anything that I can do? Was there anything that I could do?
Unkind, but justified Pluck the rosebud and it dies
Have you ever had to get down, never to rise again?
Brace myself is what I had to do But again I would not allow myself to And now it's too late Cutting you dead And ignoring all the words you said
Prepared to face the truly obvious verdict We're not too blind to expect The Good Thing You might just face what you denied for ages But I might leave and I'll recall everything