it's not too late

the clock is ticking loud as thunder, in this silent room, the morning comes and i wait to see, if it dawns on you, that i can't make what little love you give me, be enough, and i'm just a tick away from giving up, but it's not too late for you, to turn this thing around, and say the words to keep me here, but do it now, 'cause love is slipping through our hands, one moment at a time, but it's not too late, for you to change my mind, the rings we're wearing on our hands, are made of the purest gold, but what we're doing to each other, is getting old, and now, the pedestal i've put you on, is crumbling, too, but it's in your power to make it good as new, the clock is ticking loud as thunder, in this silent room, but it's not too late, for you to change, it's not too late for you to change my mind, it's not too late for you to change my mind