Tell me how you've been
Tell me what you've seen
Tell me that you'd like to see me, too.'Cause my heart is full of no blood
And my cup is full of no love
Couldn't take another sip even if I wanted.
But it's not too late,
Not too late for love.
My lungs are out of air
Yours are holding smoke
And it's been like that for so long.
And I've seen people try to change,
And I know it isn't easy.
But nothin' worth the time ever is.
And it's not too late,
It's not too late for love,
For love,
For love,
For love.
(Norah Jones)