Текст Cliff Richard – Choosing When It’s Too Late

I’ve tried to ignore
All the stench of your life
Only holding back
For my wife

Who’s this juvenile?
Who’s this infantile clown?
He’s not ever worth
Knocking down
Stamp your tiny foot
My precious little lamb
Bleat ad nauseam
But I don’t give a damn

Where to go? Heart ever hounded
Coward? No — spirit confounded
Always hoping belief will bring release
God alone can give me peace
Watching me scream and hate
Only choosing when it’s too late

May this imbecile
Cause your heart to feel joy
You did after all
Choose the toy
Do you now suppose
I’ll leave with no reply?
Basic laws apply
An eye demands an eye

Where to go? Heart ever hounded
Coward? No — spirit confounded
Always hoping belief will bring release
God alone can give peace
Watching me scream and hate
Only choosing when it’s too late