I may as well try semaphore   As words no longer work   This fool's feeling cornered   And he acted like a jerk      He'd tell you he was sorry   If that made good the hurt   It's too late now for sorry   It's too late now for words      We survive despite our desire to stray   Hell to pay, thought you knew my desires   It's innate, it's not going away   I hope you're not going away      It's a question of convenience   How pain, with time, will fade   Surrendered to acceptance   Dark night gives way to day      It was meant to be a gesture   That mark across your face   It's too late now for sorry   It's too late now for grace      We survive despite our desire to stray   Hell to pay, thought you knew my desires   It's innate, it's not going away      Hell to pay, thought you knew   Hell to pay, thought you knew   Thought you knew, thought you knew