You know I loved you like a song But baby life is short and love I long For we all come to know oh so late And we all know what it means to be late and scared We are forced to kiss the journey away When we both find a way to push the words from our mouths, it is much too late. Our young souls bared both the traits, late and scared. We masked our feelings, small-talked our way through life. Our lives lacked quality. We were too occupied with each other to see our own damage We were both much too scared and much too late