they met too late
when summer was over
and the wee small hours were turning to black
surely there is still a way
surely there is still a way
but they met too late

they met too late
and paris was a daydream
they'd never walk through the dusty night
she was beautiful sad and scared
worried about the strange love they shared
but they met too late

there's no use in crying over what can't be
it never works the way that you intend
I know we won't be lovers but we can still be friends
and if you've got a problem you can come to me
doesn't matter if it's great or small
I'm not religious but I'm asking God
to hold your hand and guide you through it all

sending out a message of love to say that everything's alright