Too Little Too Late - Miles Kane

One, two

One, two, three, four

Give me something for the guillotine

Give me something for your heart

Give me something for the best days of us

Give me something wrapped in cellophane

You say you want a new start

I try and I try but I can’t stop

I’m too fickle

Set in my ways

I’m too little too late

Coming down like a limousine

Full of drag queens and sharks

It’s all entertainment a trademark

Underground, guess I’m guaranteed

Pirouetting in the dark

Well, I try but I can’t be what I’m not

I’m too fickle

Set in my ways

I’m too little too late

Well I try but I can’t, honey

What can I say

I’m too little too late

Too late

Too late

Too late

But if you tried, you might find

That I was always enough for you

When you’re sat at home (when you’re sat at home)

Looking down that track (looking down that track)

Well I was always enough for you

But I’m too fickle

Set in my ways

I’m too little too late

I try but I can’t, honey

What can I say

I’m too little too late

Too late

Too late

Too late