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"So we meet again!" and I offer my hand All dry and English slow. And you look at me and I understand Yeah it’s a look I used to know. "Three long years... and your favourite man... Is that any way to say hello?" And you hold me... like you’ll never let me go.        (    ) "Oh c’mon and have a drink with me Sit down and talk a while..." "Oh I wish I could... and I will! But now I just don’t have the time..." And over my shoulder as I walk away I see you give that look goodbye... I still see that look in your eye... So dizzy Mr. Busy - Too much rush to talk to Billy All the silly frilly things have to first get done. In a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time - make it June Until later... doesn’t always come.         Until later... doesn’t always come.         (    ) It’s so hard to think "It ends sometime And this could be the last". I should really hear you sing again And I should really watch you dance Because it’s hard to think "I’ll never get another chance To hold you... to hold you... " But chilly Mr. Dilly - Too much rush to talk to Billy All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done. In a second - just hang on - all in good time - won’t be long Until later... I should’ve stopped to think - I should’ve made the time. I could’ve had that drink - I could’ve talked a while. I would’ve done it right - I would’ve moved us on But I didn’t - now it’s all too late It’s over... And you’re gone...      (    ) I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you so much...        But how many times can I walk away And wish "If only..." How many times can I talk this way And wish "If only..." Keep on making the same mistake Keep on aching the same heartbreak And I wish "If only..." But "If only...." Is a wish too late... *(pode ser não tenho certeza)