歌词
作词 : yubo fan
作曲 : yubo fan
Lyrics: Coulson Fan
Songwriter: Coulson Fan
Producer: Coulson Fan
Album Art Cover Design: Coulson Fan
It’s 2 a.m., the lights are low,
My shadow’s dancing on the wall.
The coffee’s cold, my hands are slow,
I check my phone, no sign at all.
The words I typed, I couldn’t send,
They sound too much like the end.
I breathe you in from yesterday,
Still can’t let the thought decay.
I keep playing our song too slow,
Like I’m scared to let it go.
You said, “Don’t wait for me no more,”
But silence knocks again, I open the door.
Maybe it’s too late to call,
Maybe you don’t care at all.
I still save your number in my phone,
Pretend you’re mine when I’m alone.
You’re the ghost that haunts my walls,
Every echo makes me fall.
Maybe it’s too late—
Too late to call.
Your sweater’s hanging by the bed,
Still smells like the things you said.
The rain keeps tapping on my glass,
Like it knows how fast we passed.
I trace your name in window steam,
Wish you’d show up in my dream.
All the nights I tried to move,
But I keep finding traces of you.
Tried deleting what we were,
But the heart won’t blur the words.
You said, “I’ll love you from afar,”
I still drive past where you are.
Maybe it’s too late to call,
Maybe I should let it fall.
Every text I never send,
Reads like prayers I won’t defend.
You’re the ache I can’t recall,
But I still hear it all—
Maybe it’s too late—
Too late to call.
All the time we lost,
Feels like borrowed light.
I keep chasing ghosts,
Just to say goodnight.
You fade with every dawn,
But I’m still half awake,
Dreaming of your tone,
And every sound you make.
Maybe it’s too late to call,
But I still wait for the fall.
Leaves outside turn into you,
Every shade, the same old hue.
You were more than just a song,
But I played it all wrong.
Maybe it’s too late—
Too late to call.
The line’s gone quiet,
My heart’s still dialing.
No one there,just the night replying.
The echo fades along the hall,
Only silence knows it all.
The light outside begins to fall,
Your name still whispers through it all.
But everything is too late to call