Getting late

All my life I've heard people preaching to me
But I've never listened to them
All my life I've waited for a miracle
But I've never seen one coming

It's not easy to change the score
But it's the only way
There's nothing else to say

And I listen to my inner voice
Telling myself It's getting late
There's nothing else to say

All my life I've heard people talking too much
But I've never followed what they had to say
All my life, I've felt so different
Thinking Will my death make any sense?

It's not easy to change the score
But it's the only way
There's nothing else to say

Yes I know - I'm so certain
We may feel It's getting late
There are no words left to say

It's getting late
Nothing left to say
The years go by
It's getting late
. . . . Oh no

Must I spend all my days losing my mind ?
Won't there be a light ?
All my life I thought Will I die for nothing ?
Am I blind or am I dumb ?

It's getting late
Nothing left to say
The years go by
It's getting late

And . . . Is this the only way ?
'cos I know it's getting late
There are no words left to say