You speak of destiny, and you speak of fate.
But you only think of yourself, and now it's too late.
We sat around a fire as it crackled while we were drinking wine,
And the music played classic old songs of love.
The weather was perfect, the weather was fine.
So you thought to yourself that it was a good time to go ahead and give love a try.
The timing was wrong, the timing could never be right.
I could never love you, not even on such a nice night.
You ruined the mood, you ruined the vibe.
Why couldn't you just set your feelings aside.
I put out the fire, and go to head in.
And he cried himself to sleep like a baby in a crib.
I said oh well as I fell right asleep.
Cry in the other room, go ahead and weep.
It was already late, and I needed my sleep.