Cliff Richard – Choosing (When It’s Too Late)

I’ve tried to ignore

All the stench of your life

Only holding back

For my wife

Even she has seen

Your poisoned soul displayed

Seen each move you’ve made

Contaminate, degrade

Who’s this juvenile?

Who’s this infantile clown?

He’s not ever worth

Knocking down

Stamp your tiny foot

My precious little lamb

Bleat ad nauseam

But I don’t give a damn

Where to go? Heart ever hounded

Coward? No – spirit confounded

Always hoping belief will bring release

God alone can give me peace

Watching me scream and hate

Only choosing when it’s too late

May this imbecile

Cause your heart to feel joy

You did after all

Choose the toy

Do you now suppose

I’ll leave with no reply?

Basic laws apply

An eye demands an eye

Where to go? Heart ever hounded

Coward? No – spirit confounded

Always hoping belief will bring release

God alone can give peace

Watching me scream and hate

Only choosing when it’s too late