You only see how you want it to be,
You pushed too hard, never caring for me,
And danger - it follows you around,
And stranger, you know the debt is your death.
Turn the night into the day,
Time has come; it's here, it's final,
Too much, too little, too late,
You had it good, but now you're sorry now,
Livin' on the edge.
You once were told, not long ago, a man will reap just what he sows,
So follow your foolish heart,
Remember, you know the debt is your life.
Turn the night into the day,
Time has come; it's here, it's final,
Too much, too little, too late,
You had it good, but now you're sorry now,
Livin' on the edge.
Turn the night into the day,
Time has come; it's here, it's final,
Too much, too little, too late,
You had it good, but now you're sorry now,
Oh, livin' on the edge,
Oh, livin' on the edge,
Turn the night into the day,
Time has come; it's here, it's final,
Too much, too little, too late,
You had it good, but now you're sorry now.