"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)