I knew you could not forget me, couldn't if you tried   you'd spoken truth on upper street:   I was your soul & you were mine   but the fire was too hot for you & you took your burned hand away   & gave it to an ordinary love to soothe it every day   and now you come to me too late too late   and now you come to me too late   where there were no barriers you've grown up ghosts between us now   their cold fingers pull me back   they hunt my courage down   and now you come to me too late   you sold your lovely soul   while I never found the one who had the currency for mine   and now you come to me too late