Til I remember lending softer ears to my lungs And maybe if I hold you now, would you hold me now? Sometimes it ends too soon We're getting older too Night falls We're covered over now We're getting older And I don't want to sleep

Let it go, let it go, let it go, now baby I know, I know, I know you baby, I know you baby Let me go, let me go, let me go, now baby I know, I know, I know baby, baby You're much, too much You're much, too much, too soon Can't find the reason to stay

Wallflower, wallflower Won't you dance with me? I'm sad and lonely too I'm fallin' in love with you Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on The night will soon be gone I have seen you standing in the

So I'm movin' on That big eight-wheeler rollin' down the track Means your true-lovin' daddy ain't comin' back I'm movin' on, I'll soon be gone You were flyin' too high, for my little old sky That big loud whistle as it blew and blew Said hello to the

Speak low when you speak, love, Too soon, too soon, Our summer day withers away Too soon, too soon. Our moment is swift, like ships adrift, We're swept apart too soon. Speak low, darling speak low, Love is a spark lost in the dark, I feel wherever I go

What did you do to my eyes You better slow down baby soon It's all or nothing to you What did you sing to that lonely child Promised it all but you lied Oh, the devil's inside You opened the door You gave him a ride Too young to know, too old to admit

Speak low when you speak, love, Too soon, too soon, Our summer day withers away Too soon, too soon. Our moment is swift, like ships adrift, We're swept apart too soon. Speak low, darling speak low, Love is a spark lost in the dark, I feel wherever I go

Sometimes it all gets a little too much But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up And you don't have to be afraid, because we're all the same So she didn't let it get in her way And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much She

The American dream on a shoestring, Give a good push just like a Brady, Too soon to be a mother and father, But too late for the alma mater, Babies makin' babies Say you'll love 'em 'till your eighty, Yeah it's always in the water First you grow it then

Standing by the window Eyes upon the moon Hoping that the memory Will leave her spirit soon She shuts the doors and lights and lays her body on the bed Where images and words are running deep She has too much pride to pull the sheets above her head So